freyakitten

Will... Not... Rant...

Yesterday I discovered that I can run for longer in a pair of formal shoes with, admittedly, quite a low heel, only an inch or so, than I can in my sneakers. Not that this means much, it was only 100m or so, but I can't make that in sneakers without needing to stop to breathe.

Of course, I've lost some skin over my toes due to this silliness, but it was too hot to wear closed-toe shoes to work yesterday, and we won't get a non-stinky air conditioner for another 10 days. Work has decided that we'll wait for a non-stinky air conditioner in the office rather than suffer the stinky. My desk was one of the cooler spots in the front office that has a glass portal to the outside, and it topped 30 degrees.

Sooner or later I must go outside to see what heat damage will be made worse in my garden this week.

Grandpa is still in hospital with his busted hip, but Dad is back in Adelaide. At bridge last night he was grumpy about his fishing trip having been cancelled, and his shirt being creased due to having gone through Grandpas' washing machine, but vaguely cheerful, even prior to winning both their matches, which I interpret to mean Grandpa is recovering as well as can be expected.

Oh Em Gee I loooove this new EFTPOS machine! Something that used to take enough time that I could update my journal whilst waiting just took, like, six seconds. From 60 to 6 over the weekend!

Only problem is the incessant beeping wot will drive me nuts soon.

Something I've noticed? Sometimes people get really disoriented when you answer the phone with "Good afternoon!" at 10am. And if you say "Good morning!" at 11:27 am, the people in the states 1/2 hour ahead are often really careful to tell you that it's three minutes off being afternoon where they are. Todays' was very careful to let me know that although it was still morning where I am, it was still morning where she was, by three minutes. By the time she got to the point, it was no longer morning where she was.

Tomorrow I get a haircut. Yay.

*answer phone* You don't speak English. Let me just transfer you...
*answer phone* You have hearing difficulties. Let me just transfer you...
*answer phone* You can't understand the question "Do you need help with one that you already have or one that you would like to get?" Let me just transfer you...
*answer phone* You hung up.
*answer phone* You called me 'sweetie'. Let me just transfer you to someone male...
*answer phone* You ask how I am. I ask how you are. Now, I ask where you're from and the purpose of the call. Advertising. No we don't want any and the only person who is authorised to change that decision is in a very important meeting with her mug of tea and a biscuit and can't come to the phone.
*answer phone* You know what you want and how much it costs. I like you. I *encourage* you.

Am developing a slight headache ringing people about their accounts. I think the 'best' one so far is the one where I rang the place up, got transferred to their accounts department, who told me that they didn't handle the accounts anymore (!) and I should ring this other place which is now head office and here is the number. The number they gave me was attached to a fax machine. After looking around in the white pages for a number, I rang the first number back, told their reception person what had happened, and got the right number, where I left a message, and have just been called back to fix everything up.

I thought this was slightly better than the people who need to take a message because they can't do anything while their entire system is down, or the people who keep their records in a separate office to where everything else is done so that they can't access them easily, or the people who just didn't answer the phone...

I have a lovely red rose in a vase on my desk. I picked it as I walked out the door this morning (Shock, horror! I walked not ran!) It is slowly opening - so far today it has made it from bud to semi-open.

There is also an electrician here, trying to fix things. Good luck to him, I say.

I am still folding bits of paper to send out the end-of-month accounts. About half way through. There are a lot of them.

AAAARGH! Just finished logging all these blasted yellow pieces of paper, for some reason when I opened it next after finishing, the key numbers are all scrambled. So I start fixing them and then the bloody computer tells me that something has stuffed up, and it'll backup. So it does. Then when I next open the damn thing, it has gone back past my last save to the one before. There is no backup, not even the autobackup, which I know is on, because I put it on.

So I go back and redo.