Yesterday I unwittingly metamorphosed into King Midas, except everything I touched turned to shit. Following my dealings Fuckwit Movers International, there was the failure of Royal Mail to accept my online redirection instruction (because we haven’t lived at the current address for more than a year), the failure of Hounslow Council Parking Services to accept a parking permit request by post (because I have a hire car. I did try to explain is not the same as a ‘stolen car’. Or even an ‘imaginary car’). And then the broadband fail by Virgin Media. It takes eight. whole. days. to reconnect us to the information superhighway. I lost the will to live after the fourth call-centre, with the fourth patronising fucking voice activated menu system.
And then last night I spent a while ranting and raving (and using quite bad swears) to explain my day of woe to Science Guy. And he listened and nodded in all the right places and agreed that Allied Pickford are retarded arsehole bastards. And then he said bugger it, lets move in anyway. We have a sofa bed and kitcheny stuff. We can camp out in the lounge for a week to ten days. It might even be fun!
I know it won’t be fun. Because I am compulsive and obsessive, and mostly made of petulant 6 year old. But I love his attempt to polish this giant steaming turd of a situation. And if I have to be possession-less with anyone, it’s him.
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ah, bless :)
and where on earth did you find that photo?!
What a sweetheart to suggest it to try and make you feel better though!
Also, posession-less gives you more time to buy some cheap paint and make some ‘feature walls’, oh yes
@Susannah – google images baby! everything is on there.
oh i so totally hear you on this one baby. when everything turns to turd like this i have to hand the phone over to my guy because his sentences comprise 90% polite words and 10% swear words and mine is the other way around.
hopefully it gets better from here on in… (i won’t tell you how long it took bt to switch our phones/internet from one place to another when we moved)!! i had some special words reserved just for them.
Think of it as one of life’s challenges: a test of your patience and fortitude in the face of adversity.
My darling, it’s fantastic when you get your rant on. Somehow, you speak to the petulant 6 year old in all of us, using all our favourite four-letter words, and I fucking love you for it. I’m all too familiar with the phenomenon known as Queen Shitty Midas. No idea how to get her to bugger off, but when I find out, I’ll let you know.
Science Guy is made of pure wonderful. That suggestion was so lovely that it almost cancels out all the shiteyness of the fucktard removalists, phone/internet companies, Councils and national mail services combined. He’s got the real Midas Touch.
It’ll be like camping, an adventure even??
And here I was, thinking that call centers were meant to help you.
Hope things get better soon.
Cheers!