I couldn't stand it any more and jacked in the job with no job to go to. Now I'm jobless and soon will be homeless (not in the living on the street sense, hopefully - more like travelling around). Work are trying to think of all sorts of excuses why they can't pay me my money on my last day and give me the forms they are legally required to give when you leave somewhere. They have referred it to the CEO and their excuse now will be that she is too busy to deal with it so I will have to wait and, oh, magically - pay day will come and go and I still won't have the form I'm supposed to have and so instead of finally being free I will have to spend more time in this hellhole that makes me want to kill myself (literally). Not only that, but I gave my notice on my room and my landlady is charging me the full price for something that I didn't break. She claims she is dividing the price between all tenants but when I had a look at prices range it could be, there's no way the price she's quoted is a proportionate amount. What's the point really? If you can't trust a single soul what really is the point of being here? Yeah, nature is nice and all that but unfortunately I have to feed myself and unless air changes to food I have to be surrounded by people who get a thrill out of making me miserable.