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Hmmph. Bloody kids...
Bank holiday weekend over. Today, I've been a witness in a deception-based court case in Guildford for work. On Thursday I have to spend the morning training the company's technical advisors on fraud identification and capture (and I'm spending all day tomorrow writing the blasted training session, which was passed to me out of the blue late Friday morning), and the afternoon leading a two hour meeting on the events of the last month with my team of fraud co-ordinators. On Friday I have a job interview in Birmingham. As my boss cannot know that I'm going to said interview, I have to take the day off. I cannot afford to do so, for the following reasons:
* April's fraud statistics need writing up and emailing to head office. The BH weekend has gotten in the way AGAIN. This is fifty-four claims with properly identified fraud savings that need cataloguing and collating into something that makes sense.
* I'm writing a fraud newsletter for our office. It is seven weeks late.
* I'm attempting to organise fraud training for thirty new members of staff. This is like wading through REALLY ANNOYING treacle.
* I'm attempting to cajole the managers to get off their arses and get their own staff trained as requested five months ago. However, as they outrank me, they get to ignore my emails. Heads are due to roll next week. I will, naturally, be blamed for everything.
* I'm writing guidelines for the investigation and repudiation of insurance policies set up through misrepresentation and actual criminal deception that will, hopefully, be used by the whole of my company, the biggest motor insurer in the UK.
* I'm personally handling twenty-nine claims involving serious fraud : nineteen of which are at the 'serious complaint' stage ; four of which involve liaising with the Financial Ombudsman Service ; seven of which are with the police for criminal investigation ; and three of which are with the courts for actual prosecution (all three may involve me becoming a witness for the prosecution, and one is a big bastard involving one of the Hardest Bastards in England - ex-sparring partner of a Mr. M Ali, ex-European bareknuckle boxing champion, and one of the biggest organised criminals in the UK traveller community, currently thankfully in prison for a couple of years).
* I'm collating all of the money laundering training that I did earlier this year. That's two hundred and thirteen people. I have to get this done by the end of May in order to be compliant with new regulations on the subject. I also have to attend thirteen meetings next week to explain what effect the new anti-terrorism measures will have on money laundering legislation, and specifically, how the government can now arrest you for being thick or absent-minded.
* I have to monitor two costly fraud-detection innovations and initiatives that my company is throwing at my office, and do so on a weekly basis.
* I have to rearrange the structure of the office as far as fraud detection is concerned in the next two weeks, following the seemingly spontaneous decision the have everyone specialise in a single area of claims handling. Bastards. They could have warned us.
* I have all this other shit to do. You know... my actual day to day job. The one they hired me for.
* I'm very ill.
* I'm looking for a place to live as of next week. Unlike all of the usual dossholes I end up in, this has to be as perfect as possible, as I'll be sharing it with the spookster for the foreseeable future. We have less than two months before we're BOTH homeless (as opposed to just me).
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