I Might As Well Blame It On the Postman

I got bollocking from my big boss because I screwed up a shipping arrangement for one of his personal friends. It was a simple clicking mistake (damn Mac mouse) which never happened to me till this THE essential customer/personal business mate. Shite.

 

In my experience, 3 out of 5 times my packages get lost or gone somewhere, and it's the sales departments' cock-up, nothing else. Do I ever complain? No, never. If I wanted my stuff in reasonable time at my door, then I will pay extra shipping fee before I start yelling down the phone.

 

I mean, today I had to take a WHOLE day off to wait for certain satellite company engineer to show up. I lost all my TV channels because something happened to my dish or the box back in Dec. This company didn't even bother expressing the service for me, and made me wait whipping 3 weeks for this appointment, which was not time-slotted, so I had to be in the house ALL day.

 

The engineer guy comes around and  took one or two looks and said that he can't do anything because of snow. He then went out to make a call to his company, and disappeared. My phone rang, informing that I need to book another WHOLE day appointment, which is available in first week of March. WHAT??

 

I asked the satte-TV company person that if they are seriously suggesting me to wait over 2 months to have ANY telly back? (My place and my TV does not work with terrestrial channels) and they say they will refund the fee back, as if that is their almighty magic phrase.

 

This satte-TV company screwed up my broadband order, too, and I am waiting for its delivery for over 2 months now. This is just ridiculous. I work for IT and if I made anyone wait 2 weeks I get barked up my derriere and I develop an ulcer. I screwed up one shipping arrangement and I was tormented all day by email, ON MY DAY-OFF.

 

Honestly. That satte-TV company should re-train all their sales and technical staff, or them Arabic satellite company will kick their sorry arse out of this hemisphere.

Saved by the Nigritude

I am absolutely determined to quit my job. I simply cannot afford to be ridiculed and made feel crap of a human being for 4.50 quid an hour. I am sick of being treated like that pretty pewter mug everyone want to have in one corner of the pub but nobody wants to use it because it will either dent or will be not good for actual drinking or, even, because nobody knows what it is for. Really, if you polish it the pewter is still very much practical and nice in hand!

 

So I have been looking for my 3rd job, which will be my 2nd as soon as I Adios that horrible ale pub. Found a few, and got an interview booked. OK, I know that place so won't be tough to cook up something to chat nicely in the interview. I am fairly confident. Just by knowing how to drive to there is more than half way to scoring the interview.

 

So, I got off at the Winnersh Triangle and headed back to Wokingham. It was quite busy and I only had 4 min to be there, which was more or less enough minutes, unless...

 

That unless came and hit my nerve about 3.5 minutes later. The shop was gone!

 

I drove like mad and went up and down the A329. I was clearly late. I was so confident I didn't even have the phone number of the interviewee. Damn, damn, I began swearing in 2 piece suites and mid heeled shoes, cursing at the Citroen in front of me.

 

I went around like I never did before, going through heavily wooded areas and small bridges, and suddenly saw a sign. The sign said the name of the place. It was odd. One tiny shop in Wokingham moved to this woods and doing what?

 

I followed the sings and went past this enormous facility, looking quite grim, with trails of cars going in and out (mostly out.) I drove another 3 minutes and thought,

 

"Nah, this is ABSOLUTELY middle of nowhere, I got to get back."

 

and went back to this facility. It was dark, and odd as so many, many cars coming out in such a hurry.

 

Turned out, it was actually the right place. And the entire place was dark, due to the power cut. I was asked to wait in the darkness with one or two emergency pilot lamps on, for about 10 minutes. I saw shadows of patrons walking about in gym kits and chatting to apologetic staffs. I could feel the cooling steamy air from wherever the speciality rooms were. I was sitting on a must-have-been-posh-in-light looking settee in a large reception room, waiting for the interviewee to show up.

 

I was, in fact, 26 minutes late for the interview. There was no way I would have been picked for the job if that was in normal days. But, no, not today, not in the total power loss. Not in the severest weather day in 15 years. I was, at last, nicely asked to come back later. This, I agreed more than enthusiastically.

 

London was stormed through, lost some lives and lost many cars and spent so many driving time on M25. Berkshire lost power and I gained another chance. I really do hope that this is not the beginning of 7 signs.

 

Sign 2, Daraness gets another job interview. 

Sign 3, the great river turns red.

Conspiracy Theory

I was discussing with work people about conspiracy theories and unconfirmed theories. I am not big fan of these stories and I rather choose to ignore unknown "maybes" than being scared of my neighbour secretly controlling the universe while orgasming to Easter eggs.

But my work people were all up for devoting themselves to infinity of possibilities such as some portion of entire human population consisting from reptile like creatures, and even the rest of apparently non-reptile like humans are actually aliens from outer planet.

"I don't see how we possibly evolved into what we are today without having aliens as our fathers and mothers back in 100 B.C."

was our company director's saying, (yes, I work for a company run by a guy who doesn't buy Darwin's theory.) and I was wondering if us evolving from aliens is more likely than us deriving from an ameba.

That is like saying,

"Oh, I think Coleslaw is the gift given to us by aliens. I don't see how possibly some human came up with the idea of it!!"

(Coleslaw is, truly, without a doubt, one of the best inventions in human history.)

I once read a story where there was an empire, with far advanced technology and philosophy than what we currently have, could have existed million years ago. Their citizens are very much like the slugs of our time. They developed so fast to so high standard, they quickly managed to invent the weapon to wipe out the entire empire in one go, shortly before they started their world war, subsequently led to extinction as a result of it. Because they were slugs like, they left no evidence of their existence apart from their architecture such as sphinx and pyramid.

Now, that's a story. As much as we lack the evidence of them existing, we equally lack the evidence of them never existing. I like that. It's dreamy. Melting slugs are lot better than reptile like creature dominating powerless humans.