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Jan. 24th, 2008 05:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolToday's post was going to be an exciting one about Torchwood and why the kiddy-friendly version is hysterical and cuts out all my favourite bits. And about how much I enjoyed Sleeper and about how Ianto is my new favourite member of the Torchwood team.
You see, I am not going to write about this because today was what we'll cheerfully call a Technological Disaster and shows how frankly useless I am in a crisis. I have Technological meltdowns occasionally, traditionally all the same time; the day I broke my car keys and then promptly dropped my phone into a bucket of soapy water is a recent memorable one, but stuff like my computer breaking irrationally or the TV doing something unexpected. I'm not horrendous at Fixing Stuff, or at least making other people fix stuff, but OH GOD TODAY WAS BAD.
Firstly, I went to work and then had to, mid-shift, drive to the garage and put my car in to be fixed before trekking back to work in the driving rain. Spent much of the day fretting about this, as I am getting my lovely self of a train tomorrow to go and see the even lovelier Simon (YAY) and quite need to have a car so as to get self to the nearby medeival village/RAF airbase (no rly) which is the nearest train station.
This did not prevent me taking a rather long nap. I tried to make it through This Morning, honestly, but I ended up collapsing fully dressed into bed and then threw my phone across the room when the alarm went off to wake me after my intentioned power-nap.
When I woke up, my laundry was done and all was well. Katie had her laundry on, and we were eating lunch and watching Diagnosis Murder, as all true students do. Then the washing machine stopped.
As had all our kitchen appliances (except the fridge-freezer, thank god) which includes our control panel for the heating and hot water. Did I mention that tonight is a night with snow and ice on the way?
We tried to fix it. Or Katie did, anyway, as she fiddled with the circuit breaker and lo! there was electricity again. Then it flipped again. And again.
At this point I left frantic messages on all the landlord and lady (landcouple? landmarriage?)'s phones. No joy half an hour later, although I did get a phone call telling me that I had to get my car back. On worry down, a significantly bigger one to go, as Katie wrung her sopping laundry out in the bath and I started playing the Overseas Call Centre and Touchtone Phone game with the Scottish Power emergency line. Alledgedly we were coverd by them for pretty much every breakdown. After talking to a lot of people, I was getting nowhere.
I am, incidentally, completely shameless is exploiting a situation like this. You should hear me when I have to phone the RAC. In a former like I think I was Penelope Pitstop, as I put a slight quaver in my voice and apologise because I honestly have no idea what to do, but it's just getting so cold and we're all a bit concerned and oh, what do I do?
(I am the worst feminist ever.)
Now, whilst this normally works - and I have no problem crying at them on the phone as my RAC will attest to, and trust me, I burst into tears on time and they turned up five minutes later - my irritation with the fact I couldn't get through the bureaucracy made me turn into my other phone persona, Angry English Bitch. Whoops. I was promised to have an engineer phone me back which two hour later has yet to happen. Bastarding Scottish gas.
As I was donning a coat to go and get the car and go and speak to my letting agents as a last-minute desperation, the landcouple's son turned up and looked at the system. He had no idea what to do, but gave me a lift to the garage (rattling was gearbox oil, for those that care) and went to go and get his mum, who apparently acquired a electrician from somewhere.
He flipped the switch and everything started working fine. He reckons it's a fault in the washing machine and says that if it happens again to phone up again and sort it out. Needless to say Katie and I feel a bit daft, and was it just the electricity I wouldn't fret, but no heating! in the winter! again! That was bad last time, yo.
Er, yes. Off to Cambridge tomorrow. Huzzah for that!
You see, I am not going to write about this because today was what we'll cheerfully call a Technological Disaster and shows how frankly useless I am in a crisis. I have Technological meltdowns occasionally, traditionally all the same time; the day I broke my car keys and then promptly dropped my phone into a bucket of soapy water is a recent memorable one, but stuff like my computer breaking irrationally or the TV doing something unexpected. I'm not horrendous at Fixing Stuff, or at least making other people fix stuff, but OH GOD TODAY WAS BAD.
Firstly, I went to work and then had to, mid-shift, drive to the garage and put my car in to be fixed before trekking back to work in the driving rain. Spent much of the day fretting about this, as I am getting my lovely self of a train tomorrow to go and see the even lovelier Simon (YAY) and quite need to have a car so as to get self to the nearby medeival village/RAF airbase (no rly) which is the nearest train station.
This did not prevent me taking a rather long nap. I tried to make it through This Morning, honestly, but I ended up collapsing fully dressed into bed and then threw my phone across the room when the alarm went off to wake me after my intentioned power-nap.
When I woke up, my laundry was done and all was well. Katie had her laundry on, and we were eating lunch and watching Diagnosis Murder, as all true students do. Then the washing machine stopped.
As had all our kitchen appliances (except the fridge-freezer, thank god) which includes our control panel for the heating and hot water. Did I mention that tonight is a night with snow and ice on the way?
We tried to fix it. Or Katie did, anyway, as she fiddled with the circuit breaker and lo! there was electricity again. Then it flipped again. And again.
At this point I left frantic messages on all the landlord and lady (landcouple? landmarriage?)'s phones. No joy half an hour later, although I did get a phone call telling me that I had to get my car back. On worry down, a significantly bigger one to go, as Katie wrung her sopping laundry out in the bath and I started playing the Overseas Call Centre and Touchtone Phone game with the Scottish Power emergency line. Alledgedly we were coverd by them for pretty much every breakdown. After talking to a lot of people, I was getting nowhere.
I am, incidentally, completely shameless is exploiting a situation like this. You should hear me when I have to phone the RAC. In a former like I think I was Penelope Pitstop, as I put a slight quaver in my voice and apologise because I honestly have no idea what to do, but it's just getting so cold and we're all a bit concerned and oh, what do I do?
(I am the worst feminist ever.)
Now, whilst this normally works - and I have no problem crying at them on the phone as my RAC will attest to, and trust me, I burst into tears on time and they turned up five minutes later - my irritation with the fact I couldn't get through the bureaucracy made me turn into my other phone persona, Angry English Bitch. Whoops. I was promised to have an engineer phone me back which two hour later has yet to happen. Bastarding Scottish gas.
As I was donning a coat to go and get the car and go and speak to my letting agents as a last-minute desperation, the landcouple's son turned up and looked at the system. He had no idea what to do, but gave me a lift to the garage (rattling was gearbox oil, for those that care) and went to go and get his mum, who apparently acquired a electrician from somewhere.
He flipped the switch and everything started working fine. He reckons it's a fault in the washing machine and says that if it happens again to phone up again and sort it out. Needless to say Katie and I feel a bit daft, and was it just the electricity I wouldn't fret, but no heating! in the winter! again! That was bad last time, yo.
Er, yes. Off to Cambridge tomorrow. Huzzah for that!
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Date: 2008-01-25 01:27 am (UTC)Hurrah for fixed heating! I do hope you stay warm tonight.
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Date: 2008-01-26 12:19 am (UTC)*hugs*
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