Rent...
Its being one of those days today. Simply because someone else cannot be bothered to do their job properly, I have been forced to needlessly run around on a stupid mission to prove that I am not in the wrong.
I received a letter from the letting agent this morning saying that the rent had not been paid this month, could I tell them why or pay it. So I called them up and asked why they hadn’t set up the standing order, as I had signed the form when I paid the deposit on this place. They said it MUST be a problem with MY bank so could I please sort it out as soon as possible (i.e. today) or send them a cheque for the full amount and have it set up correctly for next month. So grudgingly, I got on the bus into town and went to ask what was going on. However, I got there to find the money HAD gone out of my bank account, and on checking with the assistant, it HAD gone to the right place. I called them back and told them this. So, they said they would check with their accountants and call me back. I was called back 10 minutes later to be informed that they didn’t have the money; therefore could I bring a copy of a bank statement to prove it had been paid from my account. I spent about 30 minutes queuing in the bank and then being sorted out, for them to call me as I had just started to walk back to the bus stop to take the information to them, for the woman to call me back again to say that their accountants had called them again to say that my money had actually credited this morning. They hoped I hadn’t been too inconvenienced.
Apart from that, my day has had very little interest. Still nothing from the agency about working this week. I popped out to the shop to get a few bits that I have run out of and cleaned the kitchen. Now I’m sitting here trying to think of something to write.
P and S texted me today to ask if I wanted to come to Halifax with them as they both have this week off and that is what they are doing. I said that today was a bit short notice but that I might come up tomorrow. It gives me a bit of time to think about it. Its not that I don’t want to go, but if I do, there’s the chance that the agency may call and ask me to work Thursday or Friday. Then I’ll either have to come straight back or tell the agency I can’t work, which means they may get me nothing next week either. I’ll think about it later. I’ll also have to find a way to stealthily inquire as to who else will be there, as I don’t want to end up in a room full of people I don’t get on with. Then there’s the cost of a couple of days at Paul’s. Not just the travel, but the fact he won’t have any food in, so I shall have to go and spend money on it (and hence waste some of the food I already have here) or get takeaway - which isn’t good for me either. To be honest I think its too late notice.
I received a letter from the letting agent this morning saying that the rent had not been paid this month, could I tell them why or pay it. So I called them up and asked why they hadn’t set up the standing order, as I had signed the form when I paid the deposit on this place. They said it MUST be a problem with MY bank so could I please sort it out as soon as possible (i.e. today) or send them a cheque for the full amount and have it set up correctly for next month. So grudgingly, I got on the bus into town and went to ask what was going on. However, I got there to find the money HAD gone out of my bank account, and on checking with the assistant, it HAD gone to the right place. I called them back and told them this. So, they said they would check with their accountants and call me back. I was called back 10 minutes later to be informed that they didn’t have the money; therefore could I bring a copy of a bank statement to prove it had been paid from my account. I spent about 30 minutes queuing in the bank and then being sorted out, for them to call me as I had just started to walk back to the bus stop to take the information to them, for the woman to call me back again to say that their accountants had called them again to say that my money had actually credited this morning. They hoped I hadn’t been too inconvenienced.
Apart from that, my day has had very little interest. Still nothing from the agency about working this week. I popped out to the shop to get a few bits that I have run out of and cleaned the kitchen. Now I’m sitting here trying to think of something to write.
P and S texted me today to ask if I wanted to come to Halifax with them as they both have this week off and that is what they are doing. I said that today was a bit short notice but that I might come up tomorrow. It gives me a bit of time to think about it. Its not that I don’t want to go, but if I do, there’s the chance that the agency may call and ask me to work Thursday or Friday. Then I’ll either have to come straight back or tell the agency I can’t work, which means they may get me nothing next week either. I’ll think about it later. I’ll also have to find a way to stealthily inquire as to who else will be there, as I don’t want to end up in a room full of people I don’t get on with. Then there’s the cost of a couple of days at Paul’s. Not just the travel, but the fact he won’t have any food in, so I shall have to go and spend money on it (and hence waste some of the food I already have here) or get takeaway - which isn’t good for me either. To be honest I think its too late notice.