Look, I know it’s the weekend and all that, and you probably don’t want to dwell on the working week just gone.
But hey, if you’ve spent the previous five days working hard, toiling away at the same old job you’ve been grinding away at for longer than you’d care to remember, week after week after week for years, good on you!
You’ve chosen the route that most decent people choose to walk down, and isn’t that how it should be? However nose to the grindstone and wearily routine it may sometimes feel.
I say all this because sadly I recently found out, in a way I’d rather not have, that not all people actually work for a living.
In fact, there’s an ever-rising population of lowlife scammers around who spend their days posing as authority figures, such as bank officials, and who, very convincingly, persuade you that you need to move your money out of your account and into a “safe” one. One that they’ll set up for you, of course, the proceeds of which are destined for their own filthy lair.
Staggeringly, fraud costs us, and the UK as a whole, over £38billion a year.
Unfortunately, I recently became part of that cost following a phone call from a charming lady (see what they did there?), who was, apparently, “just checking up” that I was still happy with their service, and was there anything else they could do to make it even better?
Turns out they had raided my account which has made everyday life pretty hellish and hugely inconvenient, not to mention making me feel like a prize idiot for believing their grasping, horrible lies.
I’m still feeling gut-churningly jittery and invaded, and more than a little bit stupid, but then I trust people and wouldn’t dream of robbing a stranger, making their lives an inconvenient misery like the low-life no-hopers who make our hard-working lives hell.
Get a job like the rest of us, you absolute losers...
