Do you ever have One of Those Days?
Last week I did a little drop of shopping on the Interweb.
I bought a coat thing for Herself to stave off the frostbite and I bought a keyboard for myself, but obviously not from the same company.
I received to emails at the time telling me my orders had been received and shortly after, emails that both items had been shipped.
I didn’t hear anything more over the next couple of days about the coat, but that didn’t bother me. However the crowd that sold the keyboard gave me a web site so I could track my order. Apparently my keyboard started its journey in Holland and it shifted to the UK by Thursday and Dublin by Friday with a cheery note that it would be delivered before close of business today.
Last night I had a rough night. Didn’t get to sleep ‘til all hours. Naturally just as I was finally and firmly deposited in the Land of Nod, the fucking telephone rang. My keyboard was about to arrive.
I got dressed and sure enough, half an hour later a very cheerful bloke handed over my parcel. That is when One of Those Days really started.
I unpacked the keyboard and it is a fucking US version. What the fuck use is that? All the symbols are in the wrong place and some are missing altogether. Where is my Sterling pound? I may not use it very often but it ain’t there any more. My “ and my @ are swapped, and I do use them a lot so that is really fucking irritating. I ordered off a company with an Irish web address and my delivery address stated quite clearly that I was in Ireland so why the fuck send me a US yoke? Fucking twats.
While I was faffing about changing the settings in my Linux to deal with this foreign state of affairs, an email arrived. It was the clothing company thanking me very much for returning the coat. What the blue fuck? I never received the damn thing so how the fuck could I return it?
Then the central heating oil ran out.
So now the day has only started and I’m up to my neck writing emails demanding to know where a decent keyboard is, why the fuck the coat somehow bounced back into the shop and could someone please send me a tank of oil that costs more than liquid gold.
As I said – One of Those Days.
Looks like Herself will have to freeze a bit longer…..