FINALLY... I got my redundancy money. You know, the stuff they give you to live on when they deprive you of your job in favour of a simpering idiot who's probably shagging half the management.
Anyway. On the same day, I get a letter from Payroll. Is this the written confirmation of my payment, that I requested? Is it bollocks.
Due to some idiot not telling Payroll I'd left, they overpaid me for March so now I owe them either £187 or £165, depending on which bit of the letter you read. Yes, that's right, they don't seem to know how much I owe them but they're damn sure I owe them something.
Considering how long these incompetent bastards made me wait for the money they owed me for the loss of my job, they can fuck right off. Try taking it out of the wages of whichever git didn't do their job properly in the first place. I could give them a few names, starting with my erstwhile manager, one of the biggest twats I've ever encountered, who assured me he'd sent my exit paperwork in well ahead of my end date - except HR didn't have it. Or maybe he sent it to the the lying, scheming bitch of an HR manager who set out to make the whole redundancy process as difficult and unpleasant for the victims as possible, in which case she would have hung onto it for as long as possible to delay my payment. Or the cow in HR who assured me on April 9th that the paper work had all gone to Pensions, except when I contacted Pensions on the 16th they hadn't had it and knew nothing about the situation.
Bastards. Bastards, bastards, bastards.
I feel better now. Thank you.
"If you are dirty, insignificant and unloved then rats are the ultimate role model" - Banksy