Inspiration and the draining leech of workdom..

I spent 2 hours trying to get onto my laptop tonight from home. Then when I got online, I worked at the pace of a small snail with a heavy house. THEN I got the blue screen of death. 

Are these things sent intentionally to drive you insane or is that just how it seems sometimes..

It's such a thankless task. I wish I could do something a little more inspiring or do what I love doing. I'd like to make a downtown documentary or one about teens deciding what to do with their lives. 

Or perhaps I'd follow around some of the cock-sure twonks I work with, gosh what interesting and very entertaining viewing that would make! (Well you'd think it would the way they do go on..!)

Yes - a bad day at the office!

That was Summer..

..And out comes the sun.! Yes it pissed down pretty much entirely last month. But now we're all back to work it's going to be a scorcher!!

Back to work last week whilst the OH was still off with the sprats. We had a wonderful (literally) 4 nights camping near Newquay - stunningly exquisite and family bonding.

I came off my tablets, although first day at home on my own today whilst working on an Expression of Interest I felt I should be on them again... Ha ha - no just tiredness I think. Bad night Sunday night.
My exciting summer stories as follows:

Mattress error

A guy was holding a mattress for me. I won the Ikea frame on Feebay. The frame was missing screws and parts but Ikea fixed that - great. So our mattress didn't fit. I asked the guy if he still had it and he did - bingo. Fast forward 2 months I decide to do a car boot. Sell some fabulous stuff at plain ridiculous prices but make £60. Text Mark - all ok to pick up mattress; sweet. Has a 'couple of stains'.. Make a plan and I go to fetch mattress. Mattress absolutely stinking. Out of sheer embarrassment I hand over £50 in crisp notes, stuff the mattress into tiny car (somehow) and come home. Whip off the covers thinking it would be a breeze but the covers are attached to a lining of netting and a lining of foam. Takes me 3 days of soaking in bath to get stains out of one cover - another 3 for the other side. God knows he was either falling asleep with a pint or a consistent bed wetter.
Today I have had enough - absolutely livid with this guy who is also holding 3 wooden doors for me.. What can I do?

Petty Poundland Prick

I have just complained to Poundland. I like Poundland - it's great. But last week I had the pleasure of meeting someone with special difficulties in Customer Service. I mean - don't get me wrong; it can't be that fabulous at times when the queue is running around every aisle but a job is a job in this shitty time we find ourselves. Complaint had to be 1000 characters thus all grammar has effectively been removed. Complaint as follows:

"Partner met me on my lunchbreak with our children I popped into Poundland grabbed a bottle which I buy whenever I can they last, baby - was distressed /thirsty that day I rushed to the till didn't have to wait long great! As I was in a hurry I went to the side of his till He gestured 'this side' INSISTED that I stand in front of his till I literally wanted to hand him a pound, grab the receipt and shoot off Again "please stand here" gesturing a square block by the baskets I refused again Reluctantly he scanned the bottle took my £1 giving me crazy filthy looks When asked if I wanted my receipt (I did) held it on the 'correct' side of the till! He would have been fired on the spot if he worked for me  this close resemblance to Hitler He was bright too such a shame that his attitude was appalling The mood I was in that day he is SO lucky I didn't tear a few strips off him. Needless to say I WILL NOT be going back anytime soon until he has left to go to Uni etc serious life lessons needed"

Just really annoyed me stupid little prick. Hey ho! Didn't even manage to send the complaint via the 1000 character form as the form was bust so sent to Press Office email!

Hmm what else.. Will have a think..