I am now officially homeless, unemployed and separated from my husband...
I can't apply to be dole scum until the skittering devil children at the MMC send me my P45... which doubtless they will drag their heels about.
They stiffed me on the money front but because I don't have a contract and the same law that meant I could just tell them I wasn't coming back without giving any notice also means that they don't have to pay me .... fuckers.
This means that the flat that I was going for and pulling strings to get is no longer in the running because I don't have the money I thought I would from the seventh level of hell to make up the first month's rent and the deposit... cock.
This also means that I have about £100 to last me until I can either get a pay cheque from a new employer or a dole cheque... this £100 will be coming out of my bank on the 15th as a loan payment and I still need to find the money to pay my credit card, get to and from Bath next week and ...well... live...
Up shit creek sans paddle, me thinks...
The people I am staying with are thoroughly lovely but I am starting to feel like I am taking the piss... I hate taking from other people... especially since my black eyeshadow exploded all over their beige carpet and has left horrible stains, which even the power of voodoo has yet to eradicate...
I also managed to get so drunk I threw up all over my best friends carpet and stained that...
Essentially the last couple of days have been spent getting upset with letting agents, crying at my bank balance and scrubbing the carpets of people who are really helping me out...
Also.. .their dog ate my trainers.
And apparently I have become one whiney mother fucker :)
This made me chuckle though...

Pixie McWhinesalot out
xxx