So I had one of those days where I decided to get all that boring crap out of the way - which included a two hour visit to the tax office. Worthy of a mention in that one guy actually lost the plot he'd been in the queue so long, walked over to the reception area, picked up enormous 20" monitor and hurled on floor before charging out, kicking glass out of door, and disappearing into the wilderness of Derriford. Office went crazy with shouts of, 'God, we need some help in here!' , females screeching, and one guy importantly snatching up the phone yelling, 'Get me the police!'. Too much excitement for one day.
Have had to endure hours of hold music, recorded messages, and people with a total inability to speak English. I'm all for employing those of non-English backgrounds, but dear God at least make sure they can speak our language. Example conversation: 'I want to cancel my mobile phone contract.'....'You want to complain about your contract?'...'No, I want to CANCEL my contract.'...'You can't do that.'...'Look, I know I can, I asked someone in a shop two days ago and they said I COULD.'....'Oh, you said CANCEL? Of course you can.'
JEEZ. At which point need to start requesting new phone as have hurled old one across the room.
Anyway, was all worth it in the end as discovered hidden stores in my bank account, uncashed cheques, and tax rebates really are worth all the hassle. Am celebrating getting everything done by going up North for a couple of weeks - see a few people, some more than others... Maybe even stick a blade in the Lune. Wow. Rowing. Not done that in ages. Beware ducklings, Jane is on the loose. (Beware ducklings, beware other rowers may be more apt). Will ensconse myself in Maidencroft for a fortnight, armed with multiple extremely tedious sounding books and attempt to develop an honest interest in Women's Studies. Any comments on how this is to be achieved would be appreciated (er - guys, keep it clean. Jeez).
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