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I got a letter from a driving school in London informing me of suspected fraudulent use of my VISA debit card. Now I hadn't used that particular card in a year so how the fuck did they get my details? I suspect insider fraud. Anyway, the bank was quick to shut down the fraudsters before money left my account.

I closed the account in the end. HBOS charged me 1.50 to do that. The cunts.

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My bank being cunts. Not content with allowing just over 200 to wander out of my account due to some fucker's fraud, they passed my claim to the "non-fraudulent claims department" purely because the person using my card had also supplied my name, date of birth, address, postcode and e-mail address to the sites he was paying with my money. They reckon it'll take at least a month to get a decision on whether they'll give me my money back themselves or not. In the mean time I'm to try and get a refund from multiple American-based porn sites myself.

if he used your details then why dont you just roll with it and rock out a multi-wank day to the porn that you rightly paid for?

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if he used your details then why dont you just roll with it and rock out a multi-wank day to the porn that you rightly paid for?

He wont pay for something he can get for free... Porn hub is there for a reason lol plus its old mingers and swingers sites. They hacked his email and thats how our landlord contacts us the majority of the time so thats where they got the address details etc... Well shite!

And Jake, I thought it wad being a woman too but I was told it's stress :( yeah "boo fucking hoo" :)

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Y'know my advice for someone who suffers from stress? Smoke a banger, drink a beer, chill the fuck out. Slootboogs, you have my sympathy, but from what I gather you're pretty young, no kids, no mortgage. Stress is unemployment with a mortgage to pay and three kids to feed.

Go to James Dun House, spend 20 and get a massage. Then go to Under the Hammer and get a nice juicy wet pint. Roll up a big fattie bombatty and smoke it while watching Curb. If that doesn't make you feel good then I fear you're too highly strung for this world.

O, and ship me some of those cookies you bake!

I guess I better pop in a pet hate while I'm here: erm...Council Tax. Guess I'm gonna start paying it after years of dodging about.

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Isn't stress diagnosed by blood pressure, amongst other things like hairloss and boils and whatnot? I'm sure your body doesn't care whether or not you've got kids to feed or whether it's because you can't find your favourite shoes, it's still stress.

If you don't have a mortgage to pay, you still gotta pay rent. Non-owners aren't exactly getting by for free.

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Yup, I'm aware of that. I have to pay rent every month and it's not easy, I've worked plenty of shit customer service jobs and they're not fun. It's more a perspective thing, though; by getting wound up by a shit job that, ultimately, she doesn't care very much for, she's placing too much importance on it. It doesn't deserve this reaction from Slootboogs; a part-time, customer service job shouldn't matter that much to one's overall happiness/stress levels.

The kids and mortgage comment was there to suggest that those things (being responsible for the welfare of others, who are pretty much relying on you and are helpless without you) are worth getting worked up over. Other things, like part-time jobs for meagre wages, surrounded by zoomers, should result in one of two things, imo: walk out, or vow to keep some perspective. I think that if you let that kind of shit really affect your happiness then you need to learn to relax. and not take the menial bits of life so seriously.

My $0.02.

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Yup, I'm aware of that. I have to pay rent every month and it's not easy, I've worked plenty of shit customer service jobs and they're not fun. It's more a perspective thing, though; by getting wound up by a shit job that, ultimately, she doesn't care very much for, she's placing too much importance on it. It doesn't deserve this reaction from Slootboogs; a part-time, customer service job shouldn't matter that much to one's overall happiness/stress levels.

The kids and mortgage comment was there to suggest that those things (being responsible for the welfare of others, who are pretty much relying on you and are helpless without you) are worth getting worked up over. Other things, like part-time jobs for meagre wages, surrounded by zoomers, should result in one of two things, imo: walk out, or vow to keep some perspective. I think that if you let that kind of shit really affect your happiness then you need to learn to relax. and not take the menial bits of life so seriously.

My $0.02.

That's a completely logical argument. Unfortunately logic doesn't dictate whether you get stressed out or not. You either do or you don't, and saying "Hey, don't worry about it", doesn't really work unfortunately.

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Often, I find that if I take a step back from life and analyze what I'm doing, I can learn to combine activities which are time consuming, which not only relieves the stress of a rushed day but is very rewarding in itself.

For example, rather than rolling a bifta and baking cookies, prepare some suitably cannabanoidal ghee at an earlier time (in true Blue Peter fashion!) to be put to use when needed. A job well done :up:

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The worst thing about my part time job is that no-one cares at all about what they do as none of them have ever had proper jobs or really need the money. Therefore I work with a bunch of fucking idiots - lovely people - but they are idiots none the same. They stand there chatting away, eating, drinking while customers stand there waiting for assistance. Its that part time mentality, among other things, that get me down at work. I wouldn't say they stress me out, but I do get angry at people who lack any work ethic or common sense.

Some people do get more stressed out than others, I'm probably the latter if I am honest. Aint no biggy as long as its not all they talk about. My Dad is a man who "deserves" to be stressed and he probably is from time to time, but he's still interested in what I have to be stressed about - right now my dissertation - and sympathetic, regardless of whether its menial in comparison to the stress he experiences on a daily basis (he just told me the other day that at the end of my 4th year he will have funded 21 years of further education!!!). Its probably because I am a lot younger than him and in many ways my mind hasn't fully developed to deal with stress like his has, as he's been dealing with it for a lot longer and I'm still a relatively young man. As you get older I think you begin to deal with stress better - obviously it still gets the better of a lot of people - but I can't see anything wrong with people getting stressed a bit from time to time and venting that stress through moaning. It helps. A lot of people don't care enough about anything to feel stressed out and some people are just to darn good at putting it aside and sometimes I wish I was like that, but at the same time, at least I care about whats going on in my life, whether its a shitty job, university or trying to find a job to go into after university. I just hope I can deal with the stresses that lay ahead of me.

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I assume that anyone looking relaxed when they come out of the toilet at work has been for a number 3.

I used to think that a number 3 was when you went one and two together... Wonder if my parents were secretly laughing when I came back from the toilet as a five year old proclaiming I'd just had a number 3?

As far as the whole bank thing I ranted about before goes, they called my parents' house because we didn't have the landline sorted when we first moved, so that was the contact number they had for me. My mum told me to call them, I did and got a list of all the uses of my card for the preceeding two weeks. So fucked off about it. Why pay for porn when I know how to unlock the bathroom door?

(before any smartarse says it - when she's showering, not taking a shit)

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I thought it was a bug, but since I've been off work I'm starting to feel better.

I work with idiots, they don't care that they have a job and they certainly don't care what their managers think of them. My problem is that I do care, and that's not something I can turn off. I'm not the type of person who will go out the night before if I know I have a shift at 6.30am, I refuse to start work hungover or smelling of alcohol which many of them do. I would be offended being served by someone whose breath stinks of vodka at 8am :down:

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I thought it was a bug, but since I've been off work I'm starting to feel better.

I work with idiots, they don't care that they have a job and they certainly don't care what their managers think of them. My problem is that I do care, and that's not something I can turn off. I'm not the type of person who will go out the night before if I know I have a shift at 6.30am, I refuse to start work hungover or smelling of alcohol which many of them do. I would be offended being served by someone whose breath stinks of vodka at 8am :down:

Setting the filth aside for a change, good on you for having the right approach. And I totally sympathise with everything you said, having gone through something far worse than that earlier in the year, as Bigsby says, logic has fuck all to do with it.

I know it's a bit of a cliche, but keep the chin oop... :up:

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My (very expensive and very nice) drum stool has gone missing from Tunnels Two, along with a blue rucksack containing my stick bag, a Premier snare stand and a tambourine. The tambourine was a gift from the Manics' percussionist; he used it when headlining Glasto. It has a lot of sentimental value, not to mention the cash value of all that equipment.

I know for a fact that it was all there early yesterday evening (Sunday), so must have been moved last night. If anybody on here knows who was playing last night and may have moved my stuff, please let me know. Cheers

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My (very expensive and very nice) drum stool has gone missing from Tunnels Two, along with a blue rucksack containing my stick bag, a Premier snare stand and a tambourine. The tambourine was a gift from the Manics' percussionist; he used it when headlining Glasto. It has a lot of sentimental value, not to mention the cash value of all that equipment.

I know for a fact that it was all there early yesterday evening (Sunday), so must have been moved last night. If anybody on here knows who was playing last night and may have moved my stuff, please let me know. Cheers

That's fucking crap, mate.

Maybe start a thread about it if you haven't already?

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