Death of an Email addy

Further to a comment a while back, I’d just like to point out that anyone who has my address as lyle@ should now change it to lyle2@ (it seemed simple enough at the time) as anything going to lyle@ is now diving straight into the anti-spam deleted items folder from hell.

Fair warning? I thought so. Anyone who has no idea what the feck I’m talking about probably didn’t have the address in the first place.

Answering Phones

Why is it that as soon as you answer a phone in the office with “Hello, IT department, xxx‘s phone”, that every signle fucking time the first thing the chimpoid lemming clone on the other end asks is “Oh, is xxx there?”?

<mental_voice>No, of course he’s not fucking here, you twat. If he were here, he’d be answering his own fucking bastard phone, instead of leaving me to do it. Do you think he’d bother answering the phone as “xxx‘s phone” when it’s his own phone? No, of course he bloody wouldn’t. Don’t be a spastic all your life – go on, think about something before opening your fat gob and saying the first cretinous thing that occurs to you.</mental_voice>

“I’m sorry, he’s out all day at a meeting. Can I take a message?”

Time Out

No, not a hiatus, not even a brief holiday, just a dollop of “not really in the mood for adding loads of stuff“.

A quick note to self – being knackered enough to end up asleep on the sofa all night is not a good thing. Ibuprofen is my friend today, with my neck feeling the way it now does.

Bastard Fuckwit Bureaucratic Cunts

The saga continues. In my hassles with the professional document losers, I was given the chance to appeal their earlier decision. The response I’d received basically consisted of “It’s not our problem. You’ve got to prove that we received the documents in the first place. Hahahahaha – suck on that, mate” – the appeal I replied to was sent, recorded delivery, and received two days later at Companies House. Sealed, Signed and Delivered.

Today, I got a snotty letter from a solicitors, saying “pay up or else”. Upon calling Companies House – no, go on, you’ll never fucking guess – they’re telling me that the letter never arrived. So it’s got to their mail-room, and then been lost. I can’t wait to see what their excuse will be this time.