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Feb. 8th, 2011 07:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI am all "RAH! ENERGY!" today, which is odd. I had horrendous dreams, so was out of bed fairly quickly, and decided to walk into work, since it's now light enough that I'm not mown down on the country lanes at 5pm.
Work itself was busy, too; Damm Fool Boss is being a plank as per usual. We have signed up to an Online Business Account with the Royal Mail as it saves about 12p per letter but has also aged me about twenty years. We sent the mail out as I was informed by the man on the helpdesk. It looked wrong. The postman who comes in to collect our post said it looked wrong. It was wrong, and 235 letters came back. I spent a lot of time howling obscenities at a phone menu ("I HAVE TRIED THE BASTARDING WEBSITE THAT IT WHY I AM PHONING") and being polite to the people I actually spoketo, who were just as puzzled as me as to why I was advised all was well. In the end I managed to bag myself a personal advisor, who actually phoned back to apologise. I slightly wailed at her. "They're our invoices going out, and they haven't, so we're going to be delayed on getting paid so I'm in quite a lot of trouble!"
Just as she was being soothing and talking me through where I went wrong (and she was cheerfully cursing the guy that advised me wrong in the first place), I had to put her on hold to check a very small detail with my boss. My boss decided to grab the phone off me and shout at the poor lady. When he put her on hold, he said "So, do we know what's going on with the PPI?"
"Um, yes," I said weakly. "I wanted to check if you wanted a design with a snowman, that's all."
My boss gives me the worst embarrassment shame. He is the epitome of the kind of person that should be forced to work in Primark or MacDonalds for a few months, and realise that it is NOT employees fault and relentlessly talking at people doesn't make ie better.
Despite that, though, I got quite a lot of other productive stuff done, and walked home in a fairly cheerful mood. I made tea whilst sat with my laptop downstairs, typing away frantically to apply for a Theoretically Dream Job, ate delicious chili, cleaned kitchen, and finished application. Now it's 7.20pm and I'm taking ten minutes to update and have time to myself. Then it's back downstairs to make lunch for tomorrow, as I'm off out to Jo's to see the last episode of Big Fat Gypsy Weddings which I'm still not sure to make of but can't stop watching. And I have to fill in wedding related forms. Oh god, so many forms.
I'm not sure where my surge of energy has come from; the cold feels like it's lifting, finally. Maybe it's because today felt slightly like spring. Daffodil greenery is just starting to poke through the soil, and the birds all picked today to start singing again. Maybe it's the combination of both. It's all good.
(I'm sure tomorrow I'll go back to being tired and grumpy, but let's enjoy the productivity while it lasts.)
Work itself was busy, too; Damm Fool Boss is being a plank as per usual. We have signed up to an Online Business Account with the Royal Mail as it saves about 12p per letter but has also aged me about twenty years. We sent the mail out as I was informed by the man on the helpdesk. It looked wrong. The postman who comes in to collect our post said it looked wrong. It was wrong, and 235 letters came back. I spent a lot of time howling obscenities at a phone menu ("I HAVE TRIED THE BASTARDING WEBSITE THAT IT WHY I AM PHONING") and being polite to the people I actually spoketo, who were just as puzzled as me as to why I was advised all was well. In the end I managed to bag myself a personal advisor, who actually phoned back to apologise. I slightly wailed at her. "They're our invoices going out, and they haven't, so we're going to be delayed on getting paid so I'm in quite a lot of trouble!"
Just as she was being soothing and talking me through where I went wrong (and she was cheerfully cursing the guy that advised me wrong in the first place), I had to put her on hold to check a very small detail with my boss. My boss decided to grab the phone off me and shout at the poor lady. When he put her on hold, he said "So, do we know what's going on with the PPI?"
"Um, yes," I said weakly. "I wanted to check if you wanted a design with a snowman, that's all."
My boss gives me the worst embarrassment shame. He is the epitome of the kind of person that should be forced to work in Primark or MacDonalds for a few months, and realise that it is NOT employees fault and relentlessly talking at people doesn't make ie better.
Despite that, though, I got quite a lot of other productive stuff done, and walked home in a fairly cheerful mood. I made tea whilst sat with my laptop downstairs, typing away frantically to apply for a Theoretically Dream Job, ate delicious chili, cleaned kitchen, and finished application. Now it's 7.20pm and I'm taking ten minutes to update and have time to myself. Then it's back downstairs to make lunch for tomorrow, as I'm off out to Jo's to see the last episode of Big Fat Gypsy Weddings which I'm still not sure to make of but can't stop watching. And I have to fill in wedding related forms. Oh god, so many forms.
I'm not sure where my surge of energy has come from; the cold feels like it's lifting, finally. Maybe it's because today felt slightly like spring. Daffodil greenery is just starting to poke through the soil, and the birds all picked today to start singing again. Maybe it's the combination of both. It's all good.
(I'm sure tomorrow I'll go back to being tired and grumpy, but let's enjoy the productivity while it lasts.)
