Let's see who can top everyone else with this question: What's the most money you've ever been screwed out of and how did it happen? Did you ever get revenge?
1. Once, about 3 or 4 years ago, an online retailer screwed me out of $40 for a clothing purchase that never showed up.
2. This year, my mother screwed me out of $100 (which she promised for when she got her tax return, which she had already spent) and a new $5 watch for my birthday (still hasn't paid up on either end) and taking me to see Iron Man also as a birthday present (she reneged, on HER birthday, right when we were at the movie theater, claiming sickness from a bad hot dog).
I've also been screwed out of a lot of potential money from a possible lawsuit against my old school because my own mother talked me out of it (they knowingly did not prevent rampant harassment against me during the 3 years I attended).
No revenge for any of the multiple wrongs ever committed against me. Ever. Karma, my frequently suicidal ass.
About $2200 or so. My college didn't tell me when registration for the second semester was, nor did they tell me when the drop deadline was, or even that I could drop classes to get my tuition refunded and not have them show up on my transcript.
I learned in December, one day before I moved out of the dorms, that I needed to have registered for classes in November.
I learned the drop date for classes two days after the deadline.
I also ended up with a class with no grade in it, due to the fact that I missed some minor, inconsequencial assignment in a class that I only missed attending 4 days in, having asked classmates each time if there had been something the day before.
As a result I have one semester of college, with only two of my four classes actually having been worth attending, due to the onset of a combination of allergies and stomach condition making sure that if I try to do much of anything an hour or two after waking up, I'll vomit.
And due to my missing of a second college semester, I moved in with my dad and his second wife down in the twin cities so I could try and get a job. I applied to literally every restauraunt, gas station, shop and grocery store within a 1 mile radius. That's two highway offramp areas worth of fast food places and gas stations, two minimall complexes, and the CTHULHU DAMNED MALL OF AMERICA and not a SINGLE place called me back.
I found exactly one job, and that was with the neighbor, who was the manager of a cycling and fitness store. I got a job building bikes. Two other people were on as trainees, and we were all competing for one job slot.
I knew I wasn't going to be kept on at the job after the 30 day training period. For starters I was a 280 pound fat guy in a damned fitness store. Second, I have an immense fear of stairwells, leading to my having to take them at a very slow pace, sideways, one hand on the railing. And as we were also the shipping distributer to all the subsidiary bike stores of the same chain in the area, we'd have stock in the basement and have to bring it up.
I'd also seen exactly 3 of the tools in my toolbox before, and due to my knee problems and hyperactivity, I have to be constantly changing position, and due to my height, I have to kneel to be on a level where I can work on the mechanicay bits of a bike on the stand.
Plus without fail I'd end up bleeding somehow by the end of the shift. Plus I don't think the chain owner liked me personally for some reason. After all, he walked through my area red in the face and kicked my kneepads, which I keep on the ground, rather than on my knees, across the workshop.
So after that my dad started charging me $300 a month in rent, presumably in order to motivate me to get a job. So as a result that rather than spending the $600 I got from friends and family to help pursue my education, it all went to him.
So of course the moment I have a job interview, for a gas station down the street, the closest place to where I was living, it just so happens to be the week they go on vacation. I'm supposed to take care of the cat and mow the lawn.
Thing is, Mrs. Kehl Mark II's mother comes over every day to water the plants. So every time I go to fill the cat's food and water bowls or clean the litter box, she's already done it.
I'm also suffering from severe sinus headaches, and spent at least two of those days either in bed or laying on the couch.
So Mrs. Kehl Mark II comes back, sees the lawn unmowed, sees a donut box on the couch, and has a fucking nervous breakdown. So my wonderful father figure decides that I need to leave. Over a donut box, Mark II's mother taking care of the cat somehow making me neglectful, and an lawn that wasn't mowed due to two days of rain and two days of debilitating sinus headaches.
Oh, and there's the fact that while trying to teach me how to drive, I hit a curb, and somehow broke an engine bracket, leading to the engine dropping down onto the axle as it moved. I had to pay $200 for that as well. And my grandfather, who knows a lot about cars, scoffed at that, saying if the bracket was so worn that a bump over the curb broke it, that it was something that had been half broken for awhile, and shouldn't have been something I'd have had to pay for.
So yeah, going to college and trying to get a job out of high school was a fucking worthless experience for me. If I'd graduated high school and sat on my ass all day, every day, for the next year, I would have been $2200 better off.
And I've read in the court documents for the upcoming custody case regarding my little brother that my darling father figure tells my little brother than I'm lazy and not a good role model because I haven't done much of anything in the 5 years since then.
Very difficult to do something when you live in a series of small, shitty towns and have the endless cycle of lack of money > lack of car > lack of job > lack of money, and when I finally DO get a job (20 hours a week at a video store) and get interviewed for another (gas station), that my mother up and moves the entire family due to her boyfriend introducing her to a psychotic fundamentalist church that she was waking us up at 7 AM so we could drive to make to 10 AM service.
So yeah, here I am, years later, unable to drive, unable to afford a car, out in the middle of nowhere. I make no attempts to make new friends due to the fact that ever time I've had more than two or three friends in my life, my mom has moved us away.
She harped on me all through high school about going out, socializing, meeting new people. So the one time I have five or six people that I talk to and do stuff with on a regular basis, we move two months later so Mom can get her young-earth creationist money-sucking jackhole fix. Apparently after having been Lutheran all her life, it wasn't good enough anymore. Oi.
And now? I write furry erotica for what amounts to a job. I make the equivalent of $15 an hour when I write, and even with only about 5 or 6 short stories a month, I bring home more than I would at the end if I went and got a job at Wal-Mart.
$6 minimum wage, at 40 hours a week $400 a month for car payment and insurance $5 a meal for fast food for the meal I'd eat on the job. $50 a week for gas
I earned $280 this month writing smut, and it was a slow month, and I spend a fraction of the time that I would spend working at Wal*Mart. My production would be higher if my damned computer wasn't in the living room and people didn't sleep on the damned couch as often as not.
[quote][cite] PWX_Dave:[/cite]Let's see who can top everyone else with this question: What's the most money you've ever been screwed out of and how did it happen? Did you ever get revenge?[/quote]
Well the most money I ever got screwed out of was $1,000. You see i used to chat alot in the early 2000s on yahoo messenger with people who used to play online cards with & this chatting friend, her name is Barbara by the way told me she had to move out because her husband was abusing her physically & she don't have the money. She asked me if i could help her & she would pay me back so i gave her my credit card # and she charged the $1,000 on my credit card. She never paid me back. I never heard from her again. That's what i get for feeling sorry for people all the time. This was the biggest monetary loss for me but it wasn't the only loss because it has happened before. Right now i could've used that $1,000 because i'm currently unemployed.
SAD SAD SAD
AND i'm so sorry about what happened to you Dave. I am truly truly sorry man. I don't know how much my words can comfort you but for a struggling small game company like yours it must hurt 1000X times worse.
I once got screwed out of about $1000 by an ex-girlfriend. Serves me right for putting her on my bank account, I suppose.
As for revenge... well, I didn't burn down her mobile home or anything, but once it happened, my friends and I managed to convince her that it happened because my (pagan) sister-in-law put a curse on her. She eventually moved to Texas to escape this "curse". And I laughed. I laughed [i]hard[/i].
I got screwed out of 9 grand by a car dealership. They sold me a ford explorer with faulty wiring. 3 days later the thing burned to a crisp and the fire damage wasnt covered by the "90 day money back guarantee" fine print stipulations or my insurance for the damn thing. I didn't get revenge but Karma is damn true. The whole business was raided by the FBI for selling "chopped" cars.
So dont fret too much Dave people have sh*t coming to them when they do others wrong. So we lost out on a few grand now we know better. Our loss - XXXXXX Dollars HBK's ex being Cursed - Priceless!!! Lmao
I don't even remember getting screwed out of money.Maybe about a dollar or something max.Then again I'm a kid so I don't really have that much to get screwed
Heh. There may very well be, considering all the transactions in the furry fandom with Second Life. Some people make a living off of making stuff for SL for the furry community.
I wouldn't doubt the lucrative possibilities of (down the line) selling the Furry Erotica Wrestling expansion pack for a second. You'd be surprised just HOW many people would buy it, though probably half of them would never admit to it.