So we've been back a week or so now, time to lick the wounds. I have raised a complaint against the company but they are professionals at screwing people over - it's about the only thing they are proficient at. (See the origonal post below) I have been really helped by all the support I got from people on B3ta (where this whole thing originated as a post). Family have rallied round also we are at my father in laws and we signed on today - I had to tell the bloke twice what my previous salary was. They were helpful but realised I was very much on my own. 100 quid a week to live on - well lets just say it's a bit of a shock to the system. I have very kindly from my brother in law been given a 10-year-old red ex postal van. It’s a shed. The steering is more like a rudder and it struggles to get above 30 on the straight. I tested it out with my wife the other day. I went into shock when I realised how much had changed in less than two weeks.
I left the van sitting outside for the first few days. My wife dealt with the insurance. It cost about the same for a years insurance as it cost for two front brake pads on my last car in the UK. My wife’s father, a brilliant bloke who got us home via his plastic friend suggested I view it as an old lady and treat it gently - so we've named it after my delightful wee grandmother, she’s 86 almost a perfect sphere and sharp as a tack jammed in your eye.
So we went out to Tesco, the sun was shining but my boy could actually be exposed to it. The sky was blue. Not beige, or brown but BLUE. Last week I had a top of the range 4x4 leather memory and seats every extra you could think of...
I had more fun sawing away at the awful steering in the postman pat van driving through gorgeous green countryside than I have ever had in my shiny black sand tank.
I also got offered a job in back in Dubai with a respected agency… then I remembered my stuff sailed on the boat yesterday.
And was glad. Stuff Dubai – its an AWFUL place to live. I also got an email from the media city free zone labour authorities, they are taking my company to court on my behalf. I’m home. I’m skint but I’m home. I bought some cheap sausages and improvised a barbeque in the garden. BLISS - the wee fella ran around the garden all afternoon - he cant go out during the day in Dubai - its 45+ at times.
I also found a company in the north of England that might need someone with my experience, I’ll keep you posted – after all I have the GPO van!