Two things I wish for in blog land.
A facility to scratch and sniff screens (espesh other peoples cupcake entries).
The facility to hear emotion in written words and actions (espesh my blog entries).
If you could hear the pitch of my scream today it would curdle your blood and be heard in Nepal (upon which the Dalai Lama would send me some pos vibes right back). So why the scream, Kirsty - cut to the friggin chase would you?
Well, time and stuff has conspired against me this week. Ive lost a pen drive with some important images on them. I couldn't attend the Illustrator course today. It rained yest which meant I couldn't get out for a walk with the poochmeister. And today? Bollocks.
Does anyone remember my hellish mobile phone debacle?
Well the debacle has reared its ugly, radioactive and ear infecting head again.
In the end I had to stick with the Orange (crap company) and Carphone Warehouse (cowboys) because of some minuscule small print in the contract. Ok, I thought - fine.... live with it. This meant I had to return the other blackberry phone to o2. As I sent it back within the allotted time, I wouldn't be charged and life would carry on. Oh yeah, like cack it would. Three weeks after I sent the phone back I got a bill form o2 asking me for £535 for cancelling the contract. However, I had sent my phone special delivery and had proof they had received the phone - I was in the right and the bill would inevitably be void. I rang them and they retracted the bill and I was clear of any commitment. That was until they took the money from my account anyway on the 20th November which in my book is THEFT. I rang on the 24th Nov to say "give me it back, you good for nothing thieves" to which they said - ok, you will get it back in 5 days.
I checked my account today and guess what.... no moolah has been returned from them. So I rang with my nostrils flared and the blood vessels in my neck on full pump. I was thinking, as I went through the press 1 for this, press 4 for that etc etc that whoever answered the phone would be sorry they even woke up this morning. Im 99% calm in many, many situations. You never, ever see me blow my top. I don't think anyone has but today, some poor cow would be dealing with me - Ms Biatch on a money refunding mission. But rather than bore you with I said/she said it turns out that although I rang on the 24th for a refund, the 5 days refund promise was actually not true. They apparently passed my details onto accounts on the 30th which accounts received on the 4th Dec and the money will now hit my account next Thursday - almost 20 days after I discovered they wrongfully took money from my account. Fortch the money was in there but come on - its Christmas and I need to pay bills (read that as "buy shoes")
It is theft when it comes down to nuts and bolts and it is very greedy of them to hold onto my money for that long but can you imagine if they went into administration overnight? Im that fed up with it all that Im going to cave in and eat a packet of quavers.
God, Im so hard, aren't I?
Spent the day trying to figure out vectors and have come up with something relatively swishy if you want to come and collect it later for a download.