OK, catchup post y’all.
Chav **** is no better. After several days of peaceful bliss, I was woken at 6:50 on Tuesday morning by the ****** putting his stereo on. Then his g/f yelling at him to turn it off. Then him singing instead. Then the stereo again.
I rang the letting agents and spoke to someone different – I think it’s the boss. And he said “contact the council”. I pointed out that I’d already done that and the last letter his company had sent allegedly told him he was on thin ice and would be out if I complained again. “Contact the council” again. ******.
So I’m contacting the council. I’ll also mention the party last night that ended with ornaments on my mantlepiece jumping in time to the “music”. Then him and his mates jumped in a taxi and ****** off. The last time that happened, they woke me at 12:45am with the stereo. Hence my trip to London late last night. The alternative would have been to get up at 5am and drive down… impossible if I was going to be woken at silly o’clock by that **** and his ******* mates.
So using our company’s travel booking firm, I sorted out a room at the Ibis in Crawley. Now, at my last job I’d just have gone online and booked it myself. But, no. We have to use this third party company. So I called them and the polite lady took my details and those of the hotel.
10 minutes later and I get a call back. “That hotel’s not on our preferred list (or something) so there’ll be a £5 surcharge. Is that OK?”
Well, fine. I’m not paying. I also passed on my credit card details as, again due to them not being a “partner” hotel, they needed a card to confirm the booking. An email came through moments later with all the details on. Smart. Though pointless as I could have had the same room booked 20 minutes earlier, also on my credit card and without the fiver admin charge.
Broom down the M1, M25 and M23 (I think I got caught by a cunting camera as well) and arrive at the hotel at about 1:00am. To find that my room booking was cancelled as they didn’t receive a credit card number to guarantee it.
Thank **** they still had rooms left. I’ll scream at the stupid bitch who was supposed to sort it tomorrow. And follow the advice of the lass from our company who I talked to on site who never uses them. She just books the hotels direct online. Against company policy, but a hell of a lot easier and cheaper.
Site was a farce. Basically, we had a Live Day yesterday. This usually involves the simple matter of a trainer attending site, making sure everything works and showing people how to use the system. Dead easy.
Only these arseholes decided that yesterday was also going to be the day they moved offices. Cue problems being called in such as “I’m printing out and it’s coming out upstairs”. That was because the user had been moved downstairs and their ******* printer was still on the first floor. Hardly our bastard fault.
I’d finally got all six printers up and going when some smarmy ***** passes me on the stairs and asks if I could possibly rename them all because they’ve all moved. Now, I spoke to this fucknut about 3 weeks ago, going over the post-audit checklist and one of the questions asked was “what do you want to name the printers?”. So I just listened while he droned on and gave me a list off the top of his head, mentally said “**** off and die”, audibly said “it’s a bit complex – we’ll do it remotely” and left.
I won’t even start on the Windows 95/98 machines that we warned them about a month ago that they still tried to get us to install on. At least theit head office share out opinion. Someone there told us they’re the worst bloody site to work with. They’re not wrong.
In fairness, there was on guy there who was spot on. Problem? OK – solutions? OK – go with that one. Dead easy. And he showed me funny videos of penguins dancing and a polar bear pretending to be a snow plough. So that was nice.
Got home about half five (courtesy of some seriously **** traffic – and if I ever see that cuntbag in the Rav4 that was driving inches off my back end again, I’ll feed him his own scrotum), and started on the out of hours patch I had to do. Finished at 7:30. A total of 3 hours’ overtime, most of which was spent getting my dinner sorted while someone in the office tested that it had worked OK.
So there you go. Last couple of days. Oh, handed a coursework in and got it back again – I like that tutor. No ******* about. Only three more to go… and I can skip one of them. It won’t affect my mark in the slightest. All I need is the damn time to do them…
