Been doing a big house for five years. I bought it off another windy for £35, and kept it there for four years, 8 weekly, until last March when I increased to £38. This didn't go down well, and she asked for 12 weekly. No problem, and carried on doing that.
Turn up today at sixteen weeks (figuring they'd be happier with that), do the job (takes 30 minutes), and the fact hunt of the house (millionaire, massive building company, personalised Jaguar etc) comes out to pay (first time EVER!) and he dumps me. Just like that.
I had to find out why - was it the quality of what I was doing, no, he said, it was that it seemed a 'lot of money for 30 minutes work'. This from a fact hunt sitting on a few million, massive house, pool, huge garden, etc etc. What a bl00dy nerve. I could have wrung his fat neck if it wasn't for the fact that he'd stop the cheque and call the pigs.
Five years, not a thank-you, happy xmas, good luck, nothing. B4stard. Even his poxy mouse of a wife didn't come to the door, the old poobag. God, I've spent all day thinking bad things about these people and their house. I hate them, I mean, I really hate these scumbags. I hope they have a few deaths in the family over the xmas period.
Maybe if the 'man' o the house hadn't turned up for his stupid lunch this wouldn't have happened. Hope his sandwich gives him cancer.
So there.
