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We once made a flash animation for a record company. They told us it was brilliant and 30 staff gave us a round of applause. They asked us to stick it out without their name on it. Then their legal department sent us a cease and desist for infringing their copyright. How have you been screwed over?

(, Fri 3 Aug 2012, 13:46)
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Look Rob, you're the fucking "Man" on this website
so we all hate you.
Just saying, like.
(, Thu 9 Aug 2012, 14:09, 1 reply)
Delurking to tell my one 'Hollywood' story
A few years ago I was homeless (abusive stepdad, left home, the usual), and at the time of this story I was living in an unheated bedsit, and as it was November I used to hang out in the library and a church youth centre quite a bit. One day I noticed signs saying they were holding an open call for movie extras that weekend. I toddled down and was duly cast to spend a week filming for a big British film by a famous Hollywood director. Exciting!

Less exciting at 5am when the coach supposed to pick us up didn't arrive. After about a dozen phone calls, we were told to take taxis and that they'd pay us when we got there. Even less exciting when we found there was no one to pay us back, and we'd be spending 12 hours wearing rags in driving snow and sleet, standing on top of narrow 12ft high walls.

As I got colder and hungrier (no food apart from a dry cheese bap for lunch), I got more and more pissed off, so when we finally wrapped and had to wait an hour to have our papers signed off by an assistant director, I was not in the best of moods to be told a) they were writing 6pm (when legal overtime kicked in) rather than the time we actually finished, and b) we were only getting 10 towards the cost of the taxis, not the whole thing. I kicked off and demanded the full cost from the assistant director, who eventually capitulated.

Result? Only when payment never arrived did I find out he'd lied that I'd never shown up, so not only did I not get paid for the two days (filming day plus costume fitting day) I'd worked, I was also left 20 out of pocket for the taxi.

**** ****** is getting punched in the fucking face if I ever see him again, best music video of all time or not.
(, Thu 9 Aug 2012, 13:13, 3 replies)
I was going to be FIRST on the next QOTW but The Man hasn't put the new one up yet and I have to go out.

(, Thu 9 Aug 2012, 13:05, Reply)
Maintenance company
I bought my flat a few years ago. Knocked down half price through reposession. I was aware there was Maintanence to pay for the flat as is the norm. no problem in that, infact - it should be a good thing.

My main gripe recently - is the cost for it. I live in a block of flats with over 30 other flats. No lift, no special gates or anything... only thing i can see we pay for is general upkeep of building, we have the lawn cut 6 times a year, not a huge grass area no bigger than say collectively two tennis courts in size, and the hallways hoovered (along with electricity)... yet its costing me over 1200 a year.

This raises a few issues
- puts off house buyers
- as the other residents are tenants, their landlords are actually in various place across the globe, meaning getting agreement to challenge the cost would be extremely difficult or impossible.
- They can keep upping the cost, if i dont pay - I can lose my property.
- as the rest of the residents dont pay the maintanence they treat the place like crap, leading to adhoc work, which i end up paying.


quite oddly - I pay as part of the maintanence, "terrorism insurance"

What the hell do i need that for? I live miles from any significant landmark or city.
(, Thu 9 Aug 2012, 12:58, 2 replies)
A wunch of bankers
Me, phoning UK from US: Hello Bank. I'm currently working abroad, and an emergency has arisen. I need to transfer some money urgently.

Banker on the other end of the phone: Certainly, just give me the following details for an international transfer...

Me: [various arcane and incomprehensible numbers and codes]

Banker: That's fine, now all I need you to do is come in and sign the documents, and we'll get right on that...
(, Thu 9 Aug 2012, 12:19, Reply)
In which grandmasterfluffles is screwed over by a letting agent, but it's ok because he nearly electrocutes himself in the process
​There is no creature so foul as a London letting agent. This particular agency was run by the most vile bunch of evil cretins that ever lived. In fact, I shall now refer to them as "arsebadgers" for that is what they were.

​After we'd been in our three-storey house for a couple of months, the top floor bathroom started leaking. By the time the arsebadgers had been persuaded to send someone round to fix it, it was so bad that whenever it rained, it was raining just as heavily in the bathroom as it was outside. Few experiences are more soul-destroying than getting up for a piss at 3am in November and getting rained on in the process. Arsebadgers sent some cowboy builders round, after which the leak got considerably worse. We contacted them again, asking them to send round someone who would actually solve the problem. "But we sent someone to fix it," they said, "It's not our problem if it's still leaking."

​I failed to see the logic in this.

​Predictably, the leak continued to get worse. After a few months it had made its way to the 1st floor, where the ceiling was gently dripping and various interesting mould and fungi were growing in the walls. I was cultivating a row of unidentified mushrooms out of the wall next to my bed, and coming down with various respiratory complaints.

​A few months later, it had continued to the ground floor. Damp and mould spread in a predictable pattern until one fateful day during a particularly heavy storm when water started pouring through the light fitting in the living room. Fortunately it wasn't switched on at the time. We sent yet another email to the arsebadgers informing them of the latest development and received no reply.

​A couple of months later we were coming to the end of our contract, and the arsebadgers had decided that rather than fix the place up, they were immediately going to try to let it to a bunch of hapless students. Various teenagers trooped in and out, while the arsebadgers smoothly lied that of course the place would be fixed by the time they moved in. One day a teenage girl came round with her mother. I should say at this point that we had a big sign next to the light switch on the living room wall reminding us not to use it. The teenage girl, her mother, the arsebadger and my housemate were all standing in the living room, and the following altercation took place:

​The mother: What's this all about?
​Arsebadger: Oh, that's nothing
​Arsebadger: There's nothing wrong with it
​The mother: It doesn't look like nothing to me...
​Arsebadger: It's lies, the current tenants want to stay, they just put that sign there to put you off
​My housemate: That's slander - we could sue you for that
​Arsebadger : They're all liars, they just want to stay in the house
​The mother: In that case, you won't mind switching on the light

​Arsebadger: .............I don't want to........

​Housemate: If we're all liars and there's nothing wrong with that light fitting, why don't you want to switch it on?
​The mother: Yes, I think you should switch it on
​The housemate: Switch the light on, or admit that you're a slanderous, incompetent, irresponsible liar

​He was enough of a stupid fuckwit to do so, predictably causing massive blue flashes to light up the house like some sort of potentially lethal Christmas tree.

(, Thu 9 Aug 2012, 11:51, 4 replies)
Kinda screwing myself really
I've just installed Quicktime for the codec so I can edit some .mov files. It's like I've opened up my computer for the mouldering corpse of Steve Jobs to take a massive shit all over the insides, except that would probably be easier to clean up afterwards :(
(, Thu 9 Aug 2012, 10:41, 1 reply)

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