I just thought I'd share that I feel like death warmed up.
Its 3.45pm and I am sat dressed to go to Tescos (in my PJ's for the uninitiated) the nearest Tesco is 6 miles away. I had the night from hell with chest pains and headaches (sinusitis). Haven't felt as bad as this in ages.
I'm beginning to feel slightly more human now but think it will be an early night for me.
Waitrose delivered earlier so I don't have to cook for which I am truly thankful. Much as I love Daddi Bear he ain't the world's greatest cook. (You should be pleased to know that I'm not off my food).
Ahh well time to go do some more work or at least clear my library of books of the cat bed. They are all sat glaring at me now.
Laters x.
Friday 29 January 2010
Monday 18 January 2010
Sorry Jennifer
Phone rings and its one of those private numbers. It is after core working hours so I knew it wouldn't be business related.
Answer it to be met with an automated voice asking if I have problems with debt and credit cards. If so to stay on the line and press 5.
Well after the earlier performance with Daddi Bear I wanted to know if there was anyone else human on the planet. Plus my number is registered with the TPS so I shouldn't in theory receive these sort of calls.
So of course I pressed 5. Where a woman named Jennifer answered and asked me if I had problems with debt and credit cards.
Let the fun begin.
So I did the normal call centre banter. Hi Jennifer, are you alright, have you had a good day?
Well that took the wind out of her sails. It certainly didn't appear in her script.
She launched straight into her spiel about debt and credit cards. So I reminded her that I'd asked if she'd had a good day. She quickly muttered something and went back into her spiel. So I asked her if she had debt and credit cards.
I think I hit a raw spot - she hung up on me!
At least it will run their phone bill up from the UAE where they are calling from!
Answer it to be met with an automated voice asking if I have problems with debt and credit cards. If so to stay on the line and press 5.
Well after the earlier performance with Daddi Bear I wanted to know if there was anyone else human on the planet. Plus my number is registered with the TPS so I shouldn't in theory receive these sort of calls.
So of course I pressed 5. Where a woman named Jennifer answered and asked me if I had problems with debt and credit cards.
Let the fun begin.
So I did the normal call centre banter. Hi Jennifer, are you alright, have you had a good day?
Well that took the wind out of her sails. It certainly didn't appear in her script.
She launched straight into her spiel about debt and credit cards. So I reminded her that I'd asked if she'd had a good day. She quickly muttered something and went back into her spiel. So I asked her if she had debt and credit cards.
I think I hit a raw spot - she hung up on me!
At least it will run their phone bill up from the UAE where they are calling from!
AIBU?
Okay, so I work from home full time as does Daddi Bear.
We have what is laughingly supposed to be a shared office. Hmmm. Which is why for the last 4 years I've been asking DB to clear it. In his line of work he has quite a lot of expensive equipment which has been all over the desk, the floor, the cupboard. You get the picture.
So for the last 2 to 3 weeks he's laughingly been clearing out - only because he's got a new computer and needed to set it up. Its been very slow progress hampered because DB hates to part with anything holey socks,anything.
Today he decides to clear out and comes downstairs to where I am laughingly try to work from my settee with my printer at my feet. Hell there is no space to put it upstairs in my half of the office. I'm doing some research so the other seat is fully occupied with notes, books etc. At which point he wants to dump 3 bags and a box of god knows what - I've not been able to get in that room for 4 years remember.
Wants me to stop what I'm doing because it is now convenient for him to clear out the room and when I ask him to not dump everything on the settee on top of the stuff I'm working on and to leave it on the kitchen table.
He throws a strop, he gets the hump, he is a man and I'm trying to stop him clearing out his office.
So in true male fashion he's stomped upstairs taking his bags sorry my rubbish that needs dealing with and is currently sulking in "his" office.
May be I should make him wait 4 years before I look in those bags ;-)
We have what is laughingly supposed to be a shared office. Hmmm. Which is why for the last 4 years I've been asking DB to clear it. In his line of work he has quite a lot of expensive equipment which has been all over the desk, the floor, the cupboard. You get the picture.
So for the last 2 to 3 weeks he's laughingly been clearing out - only because he's got a new computer and needed to set it up. Its been very slow progress hampered because DB hates to part with anything holey socks,anything.
Today he decides to clear out and comes downstairs to where I am laughingly try to work from my settee with my printer at my feet. Hell there is no space to put it upstairs in my half of the office. I'm doing some research so the other seat is fully occupied with notes, books etc. At which point he wants to dump 3 bags and a box of god knows what - I've not been able to get in that room for 4 years remember.
Wants me to stop what I'm doing because it is now convenient for him to clear out the room and when I ask him to not dump everything on the settee on top of the stuff I'm working on and to leave it on the kitchen table.
He throws a strop, he gets the hump, he is a man and I'm trying to stop him clearing out his office.
So in true male fashion he's stomped upstairs taking his bags sorry my rubbish that needs dealing with and is currently sulking in "his" office.
May be I should make him wait 4 years before I look in those bags ;-)
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