Note to Self: Next Year Remember to Stay At Home!

I remember after spending Christmas at mum and dads last year that I swore this year I’d spend Christmas at home.  But when asked, seeing as this year I’d only be there 2 days at the most, I said we’d go anyway.  Truth be told I felt sorry for mum as my sister is in Botswana this year and has been since September, and my brother… Well, my brother is just my brother.  2 days right, 2 days should have been easy right?

Ha ha!  How wrong could a dizzy goth be!  OK, dad wasn’t rude to Scott this year, which was good.  Instead mum and dad bickered.  Constantly.  Every little thing, every word spoken was said with malice, and both were as bad as each other.  Its like they can barely talk civilly to each other any more.  Then when dad wasn’t there, mum bitched about him, saying how horrible he is, to the point I wanted to scream at her that she was just as bad!  By the end of the two days I was a wreck.

Stupid thing is, on the Solstice I more or less patched things up with Scott’s mum.  Her printer blew up and she uses it a lot, so we bought a brand spanking new Epsom that is all singing, all dancing.  I could have let Scott drop it off by himself, but I chose to go round, and it was fine.  Cups of tea abound, all was pleasant.  Maybe some folks could learn a few things.

Oh, and just to round off a perfect xmas, the early morning bus I had to catch to lancaster so I could get to work on time didn’t show.  So I was late.  Yayness!

It wasn’t all bad.  I got some nice stuff (80 issues of the original TMNT comic from the 1980’s from Scott, a very nice gothic coffin bag from mum, as well as socks which oddly enough I love getting, and an Emily Strange knitted bobble hat with cat ears from dad).  Also, my Xmas present to myself was the complete first season of Heroes (I saw a few episodes a few weeks back and was hooked).  Up to episode 12, and I have decided a Peter Petrelli/Isaac Mendez sandwich wouldn’t be unwelcome   Oh, Claire Bennet is hot too, but it gives off that jail bait vibe   Scott however prefers Jessica.  What a surprise.

I didn’t get to watch the Doctor Who special til boxing day as dad couldn’t POSSIBLY record Emmerdale despite being outvoted 3 to 1.  I liked it, but can we please stop having the Doctor copping off with his companions now?!  Its getting stupid (or at least make it Jack!).  Kylie wasn’t bad as Astrid, better than I expected.  Now here is where opinions differ.  I thought her demise was quite sad, and the scene where he said goodbye was touching.  But mum decided it was stupid and very vocally said so which ruined the moment a bit.  I am just glad they didn’t have him ressurect her, that would have been too contrived.  And please let it stay that way, no miracle ressurection from the remaining space dust later in the series.   And oh my, wasn’t there a high body count!  I nearly shed a tear for Bannakaffalatta and Foon.

Anyway, time to get back to WoW.

Angry Kitty…. Grrrrrr

Some piece of shit is trying to register my scooter in their name. The scooter I still own, have the appropriate documents for and am assured is still parked at the mother in laws. I got a letter saying that if I don’t reply in 10 days the person applying would be shown as the registered keeper of it. Like fuck. I called today, and have informed the DVLA that I am still the owner of it, and they are now investigating. I am hoping I might be able to find out who has applied for the Export Certficate, as apparantly as the registered keeper of the scooter it does give me some rights. I want to know who the hell is trying to steal MY property out from under me.

And I tell you something. If I find out it has ANYTHING to do with my darling in laws there will be fucking HELL to pay. Why do I get the feeling that my less than honest brother in law may have tried to sell the damn thing to one of his chav mates. If its the case, I will press all possible charges, ‘family’ be damned. They haven’t treated me like family, and family don’t lie to, steal from or cheat other family members.

Maybe I am wrong about the whole thing, but I am pretty god damn angry right now.

Curse of the Drunken Customer

On a 15 minute break right now, and thought I would share the current happenings in the world of broadband sales.  About 7pm, a guy called a colleague of mine, sounding very very drunk, demanding that we deliver his equipment to his house before 8pm or else (or else what thats what I want to know).  Now we work in sales,  we can’t chase up orders,  and even if we could there is no way in hell we could meet that deadline.  So he would have to be put through to the service department.  But oh no, he doesn’t want to be put through.  He wants US to deal with it.  After my colleague verbally wrestled with him for 20 mins, he finally demanded a manager, so my manager took over.  Got the same from him, and eventually transfered the guy, who by now was getting abusive to the service department. 

5 mins pass.  My headset beeps, and guess what.  Its the same guy!  Of all the rotten luck!  More abuse, and I basically transfered him whilst he ranted.  Now we are sat here, waiting to see if he calls back AGAIN.  Looking at the guys account, he had been cut off for being abusive 3 times before coming through to my colleague.  I think someone needs to sober up.

Thing is, there are god knows how many call centers all over the country, what are the odds of him coming through to our desks twice in a row?!  Damn my rotten luck!