Category: Life

Chaos and sadness

Pippa 1994-2006
Pippa 1994-2006

What a night. First of all trying to get everything furniture-wise moved from my house to Kim’s, and then to empty the loft and fill the van up… with Chris getting progressively iller as the evening wore on.

More on that on the Tour Blog”. A big, huge public THANKS to Chris, though. Despite feeling like he was going to upchuck the rather delicious burgers I cooked him, he battled on and remained un-chundered.

Oh, and I could do with a smidgen of that loft space you mentioned!

On a sadder note, my mum rang this evening to tell me her dog has been put down. A couple of you will have met Pippa and she was a very fine little hound, indeed.

As I’m heading up to see them on Friday, I’m gutted that I won’t get to see her running around like a loon and snuffling at my feet again. Instead, we’ll be burying her in the garden.

My mum’s heartbroken, and in honesty so am I. RIP Pippa, 1994 – 2006.

Barclays = *****

And people keep trying to get me to shift from TSB… Well, Barclays are definitely not one I’ll be going to. OK, so I’ve only signed up to rip some money out of them (have two grand in the bank after the first two months and they give you £100 which you can then take and deposit back in your real account), but it’s no excusing the **** service I’ve had so far.

First off, I got all the bumph in the mail. Cheque book, welcome letters, offers of loans, applications for credit cards. The usual ****. In amongst it was a letter telling me to expect my debit card and PIN within 7 days. 14 days later and no sign of either. Worrying. OK, so there was no money in the account, but they’re the two things you really don’t want someone to have.

So I gave them a call, and a nice polite young girl (sat in India, naturally) told me I wasn’t getting a debit card and one had never been applied to my account. Well, OK, she didn’t tell me. The person three forwarded calls along told me. I was advised to pop into the branch where I applied (I applied online) to sort it.

*sigh*

Well, no problem. I have no intention of doign anything other than transferring the cash electronically back to TSB anyway.

Next, I set up internet banking which was OK apart from the usual bollocks of getting another immemorable “membership number”, another passcode, another set of passwords and memorable phrases… All of which I promptly forgot once I’d set it all up and locked myself out of the system.

Whoops.

So I called their online helpline. After 2 minutes of selecting options on the phone menu, none of which was really relevant, until I got a recorded announcement telling me to call back between their opening hours of 7am and 11pm.

It was 10:55pm. By my reckoning, that falls between those hours.

I called this morning at 8:55. When their systems were updating, as they do every morning apparently, and told to ring back in half an hour. It’s a really good job I don’t have anything actually urgent to do or I’d be ******.

So. Barclays = *****. Simple as. Avoid. Avoid. Avoid.

More Shitty-Link

Well, they finally picked the package up today after managing to lie to me on the phone. Several times. According to them, they didn’t come on Thursday and on Friday the driver asked for an “Iain” at reception and was sent away.

Bollocks.

On both Thursdau and Friday he turned up asking for a package to go back to Acer and with no contact name, so he was turned away.

Thing is, according to their phone people, the procedure at that point it to get hold of the depot who, in turn, contact the customer directly. Which they failed to do twice. The fuckwit, lazy ********.

Hey ho. The package has gone (finally) and only 4 days late. At least I’m not paying for it. Good ******* job as well.

Now if you’ll excuse me I have a beef and turkey burger to eat. Mmmmm…. double-burger…

City Link suck arse

I’m sure I’ve mentioned these retards before, but for a delivery company they seem to be lacking something very important. The ability to ******* collect a package.

I’ve had a TFT screen die on me, fortunately well within the 3-year warranty. Acer very kindly gave me a load of reference numbers and a contact number for City Link. After 3 hours I managed to get through to someone who took my details and promised a collection by 5pm on Thursday.

I stayed an hour late at work (that’s 5:30, folks) and nobody turned up. I rang them and the chap there said he’d call me in the morning and reschedule it. I beat him to it and called at 8am on Friday. Another reference number was given and I sat and waited.

At 4:20, I called them back and he gave me the number of the Bradford depot. I called them and the lass on the phone said she’d track down the van driver and ring me back. It’s 7:30pm, I’ve had no phone call and I spent 20 minutes after 5pm ringing numbers where nobody answered.

In short: ******* ****.

I think this may call for another sarky letter. If I can be arsed.

Scruffy bastard smokers **** off

At first glance it seems that the poll results are very much in favour of people being able to inflict their misery on others, or at very least along the lines that there’s room for argument:

Smo
Results of Smoking Ban poll

However. By removing all the repeated voting that came in day after day from the same IP address range (i.e. one fuckwit who thought I’d not notice), we get a clearer picture of the genuine results:

REAL smoking ban poll results
REAL results of Smoking Ban poll

So. All you smokers can take your filthy habit and **** off home with it. Please leave the rest of us to kill ourselves in public in less selfish ways. And while you’re there, have a go at the new poll.