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selling stuff is pants ... just rid of a load of stuff in the spring clear up

 

not the " help the animals " shops  .... cant park there with out some council jobsworth eyeing you up .

 

not the local online offline whatever pulls a sale shite spot ...

 

just skipped it ...

 

last time I tried to sell somat , they wanted it dropped off 20 miles away ..... and cheaper !!

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Buyers can't pick and choose and Ebay should support you in this. I've found when issuing a return label (following unjustified complaints and demands for more stuff free of charge to "compensate" them) I never hear from them again.

Its complicated by the fact it's a business account so they automatically approve the return as it's covered by the distance selling regulations , I've been polite telling her all or nothing so I'll see if I get anything back

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Car boot sales do my nut in, did one today, you have to give stuff away , I had an Audi parcel shelf , said £10 to a few people who looked at me like I was mad because they'd have to club together to come up with so much cash

By 10am I'd took a picture and chucked it in the car, 11am it was on Ebay, 4pm sold it for £50

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Car boot sales do my nut in, did one today, you have to give stuff away , I had an Audi parcel shelf , said £10 to a few people who looked at me like I was mad because they'd have to club together to come up with so much cash

By 10am I'd took a picture and chucked it in the car, 11am it was on Ebay, 4pm sold it for £50

My wife did one at Winwick last summer - told her I would sooner set fire to my own bollocks than participate.

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That's where I was today

 

5am - 7am all traders looking for Ebay stock

7am-8am nobody

8am -10am mostly eastern Europeans (but the fit girls usually wear lycra once it warms up so a bonus to pass the time)

10am-noon pensioners have woken up

Noon - 1pm scavengers, you haven't sold that £40 item all day so will you take £1

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Reminds me of the last time I went to a car boot sale. Literally had people swarming around you like vultures trying to get prices as you put things down. I told my wife to stand guard while I emptied the boot as I didn't trust people who were grabbing stuff to then walk away with it when I turned my back.

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I've done a few, I just get out of the car take the tables out to mark my territory then lock it up and walk around until they've all moved on to new victims

 

Last year this woman and her daughter , about 45 & 20 started setting up but had no idea how much pressure they can put you under

 

After about 5 minutes she started screaming at everybody to go away then just threw it all back in the car and shot off spinning the wheels as she went

 

Last year I did one in the big field on the east lancs road at tyldesley, it's more more relaxed than winwick

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Being told* not to buy any more cars until I've paid for my divorce from my ex.

 

On the plus side, roffles are fine.

 

* told is a loose term, as my missus doesn't demand anything, she just suggested that after over 3 and a half years, it should be a priority. She's right of course.

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I remember the first time my parents attended a car boot as sellers, people were pressing up to the side windows of the car to see what was in there before it was even unloaded. They never did another...

Theres a guy called les that goes around all the boot sales , I think at some point in his life he was quite intelligent because when he's lucid he knows some interesting stuff but he has mental health issues, looks like a tramp and rants , a lot

 

You know he's coming , "bloody smoking, I hate smoking , especially blody women smoking"

 

Today I had an old pigeon timing clock , he picked it up and asked what it was , when I told him he said

 

Pigeons ,I like pigeons , I'd sooner have a pigeon than a bloody woman , at least a pigeon might fly away , bloody women bleed you dry and stick around for bloody ever.

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Destroyed the bathroom this morning. I leave the house and get to the top of the street, I see the postman cycling on the path and stop. He panics as he hasn't seen me, slams on and goes over his handlebars. He was fine.

 

I pull out and a motorbike overtaking a van shakes his head at me, the motorbike who was overtaking a van at a junction... I get to work and some cunt has used my wagon over the weekend, it's not as bad as when the agency guys use it, but I still don't like it....... My wagons fucked again as it won't idle, the M62 had a 30 minute delay, due to some poor sod breaking down in the second lane and I've just walked into a ladder.

 

I'm 2 hours into my day.

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No Spoilers, watched the MotoGP yesterday, and nothing to do with the racing.

 

Why is it at nearly EVERY large sporting event, some "singer" absolutely destroys what is a some National Anthem. Don't know who it was yesterday, but it was a bloody awful rendition.

 

And I'm not an American, but if I were, I would be less happy

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Went to burscough boot sale last week. It's not a bad one . Picked up some beer pump clips off a bloke. Got ten of them for two pounds. Usually around six pound each in ebay. I usually go to Widnes market on a Wednesday. It's a proper shite market. All the traders who have the contracts to take stuff from the local recycling places are there. You can get some good stuff if you don't mind rooting and maybe fixing it once you get home. Got a Makita cordless last week. No battery so £4.00 and no idea if it worked. Get home ok battery in off mine and perfect. Also got an embassy cigarette ashtray for a pound, easy tenner on ebay cos man cave tax on this and other brewanaria stuff. Got a 1970's wall clock for a pound, again no man cave tax. Well worth a visit. Friendly bunch of traders.

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I have the day off work today. Yay.

 

Because I start doing blocks of 12 hour shifts from tomorrow. Boo.

 

I seem to have found myself in the opposite situation to my last job. At my last job I felt like I was actually doing something, fixing problems and helping people. It was just that the people I worked with were horrendous cunts.

 

In this job, I work with some really nice people. The work itself equates to trying to make 2+2=5 though. Essentially, it's a company that provides satellite internet, a majority of the work is to do with cruise ships. There is a team somewhere in the company called Capacity Management. Except, they don't manage the capacity... at all. They over-subscribe satellite links constantly as a way of maximising profit. Their team lead is also best buds with the CEO so the entire team might as well have teflon shoulders because any problem you direct at them just slides off. Instead, me and all the other folk on the service desk end up taking the same complaints daily, shuffling ships from one beam to another, then finding that all the other beams are over-subscribed too. These customers are paying a fucking lot for this service, and the company isn't providing it. We have to deal with the complaints without actually just saying to them "capacity management are a bunch of donkey-felchers, it's their fault, here's their email address" instead we have to pretend to fix it.

It's about as productive as bashing my head against a wall.

 

 

 

 

The thought of walking has crossed my mind. I have a year's salary in savings and applications in elsewhere...

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I have the day off work today. Yay.

 

Because I start doing blocks of 12 hour shifts from tomorrow. Boo.

 

I seem to have found myself in the opposite situation to my last job. At my last job I felt like I was actually doing something, fixing problems and helping people. It was just that the people I worked with were horrendous cunts.

 

In this job, I work with some really nice people. The work itself equates to trying to make 2+2=5 though. Essentially, it's a company that provides satellite internet, a majority of the work is to do with cruise ships. There is a team somewhere in the company called Capacity Management. Except, they don't manage the capacity... at all. They over-subscribe satellite links constantly as a way of maximising profit. Their team lead is also best buds with the CEO so the entire team might as well have teflon shoulders because any problem you direct at them just slides off. Instead, me and all the other folk on the service desk end up taking the same complaints daily, shuffling ships from one beam to another, then finding that all the other beams are over-subscribed too. These customers are paying a fucking lot for this service, and the company isn't providing it. We have to deal with the complaints without actually just saying to them "capacity management are a bunch of donkey-felchers, it's their fault, here's their email address" instead we have to pretend to fix it.

It's about as productive as bashing my head against a wall.

 

 

 

 

The thought of walking has crossed my mind. I have a year's salary in savings and applications in elsewhere...

 

so what would happen then if you did say that then on your last day or something?  :mrgreen:

 

(I wonder what would happen if any of the subscribers took legal action against the company because of their shitty service?)

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I have the day off work today. Yay.

 

Because I start doing blocks of 12 hour shifts from tomorrow. Boo.

 

I seem to have found myself in the opposite situation to my last job. At my last job I felt like I was actually doing something, fixing problems and helping people. It was just that the people I worked with were horrendous cunts.

 

In this job, I work with some really nice people. The work itself equates to trying to make 2+2=5 though. Essentially, it's a company that provides satellite internet, a majority of the work is to do with cruise ships. There is a team somewhere in the company called Capacity Management. Except, they don't manage the capacity... at all. They over-subscribe satellite links constantly as a way of maximising profit. Their team lead is also best buds with the CEO so the entire team might as well have teflon shoulders because any problem you direct at them just slides off. Instead, me and all the other folk on the service desk end up taking the same complaints daily, shuffling ships from one beam to another, then finding that all the other beams are over-subscribed too. These customers are paying a fucking lot for this service, and the company isn't providing it. We have to deal with the complaints without actually just saying to them "capacity management are a bunch of donkey-felchers, it's their fault, here's their email address" instead we have to pretend to fix it.

It's about as productive as bashing my head against a wall.

 

 

 

 

The thought of walking has crossed my mind. I have a year's salary in savings and applications in elsewhere…

 

I have a mate who is/was (I think he's now walked) Test Manager for one of these satellite companies, he was constantly facing shit for systems 'not working' - or 'not tested properly before production' and he was constantly under attack. He repeatedly proved they'd done their job but wasn't 'permitted' to see PROD - so couldn't investigate.

Eventually turns out they were doing exactly what you're describing…….. he went apeshit - was physically restrained from lamping the sales manager! He was already looking and promptly GTFO

 

Not a nice situation for you fella…… good luck with that one.

 

I do have contacts in London for a yacht satellite company though I think - if you're interested :-D  (would also VASTLY increase the fishing potential for singles)

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My grump - right hand completely fucking useless today.

Took munchkin to Aqualibi (water fun park) yesterday and 4hrs of a right laugh being a big kid again. H & S would have a fucking fit I'm sure, but the place is a riot and a lot of fun.

Then some useless fat cunt gets stuck as he's just too fucking fat for the ride……. a 'tornado' type rapids - and this twat is essentially a blockage! THAT is how fucking overweight he was...…..

This smart arse then decides he'll walk it...……. of course he then gets to the 'cave' part and promptly falls over - right on top of yours truelly……. knee flattening the right hand and slamming my head into the wall.

 

If that had been a kid he'd have fucking flattened them…

 

Week free of munchkin and easy workload meant I should have time to replace the 330CI exhaust gasket, sort the leaking tyre on the truck, look at the Lada carb, get under the MR Spyder and even get the XJR to the tyre place for 4new boots after a possible early finish...…. Now nothing requiring 2 hands will be possible. FUCK!

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I do have contacts in London for a yacht satellite company though I think - if you're interested :-D  (would also VASTLY increase the fishing potential for singles)

 

Thanks but no thanks. I'm applying for totally different work.

 

London is also a massive NOPE from me too.

 

Appreciate the thought though!

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Grow to like it a bit more...it will make you feel good!

It does but both my shoulders are fucked and at least one of them probably needs an operation. And I’ve got to drive back to Kent tomorrow and got a rehearsal in that London on Wednesday for a concert on Friday. I’m crap at being busy.

 

Can’t complain really.

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