Confused then bugged.
In the last 30mins, i got fed up with scrapping wallpaper off my walls, although i had a good spell as the distressed look is good for me and my house at the moment. But i stopped to try and phone the people back who are meant to be fixing my boiler. Apparently when my new boiler was fitted a few month back, it was fitted with some faulty parts. They can tell by the serial numbers, how smart you think but not smnart enough to stop them from being fitted in the first place and then leaking dirty water all over your kitchen. Anyway after 2 different visitors, i was waiting for a call back as to when the man who actually fits the new parts will come. But these people only seem to phone yu before 9am. And being someone who isn't conscious in the am hours, unless i havn't gone to bed yet. This is no use to me. But a saving grace i've just got a Brotish Telecom answer service installed on my line woo hoo. Now all i need to the caller to be audible. I'm not asking for Queens English like the old fashioned presenters of BBC pre colour, but not a mumbling rap like fifty cent. What did i get, hello it arijhbhbhb boliers calling about an apointment, please call back on 014jhknbjbknf 8dfjgdjgjogdj. Helpful.
So i finally track them down at my own exspense via the new exstortionate direct enquiries services. There a company in Hull. I get through to a customer service line, and a pleasant lady who doesn't know who i am or if we called them, so you guessed it, i need to speak to someone else, not the customer service dept? So after a long spell of Mozart played through a funnel (how can you make Mozart sound cheap and nasty), it starts to ring. Ring ring, sounding good, her we go, new boiler parts, no leaking a loud banging at night (from the boiler, the heating boiler not old boiler as in dirty old lady), ring ring, then you start asking yourself, how long should you let it ring for. Ring ring, ring ring. There's nobody there? Or are they, are they chatting about Eastenders, or David Beckhams new hair. Come on pick up that fucking ringing thing on your desk. Ring ring, ring ring. Right i'm holding on, if just to annoy them, maybe it will interupt there reading of what Colleens doing in Heat. Ring ring, ring ring. Fuck it, slam. Right, i'm buying cigarettes before the shop shuts, then phoning the first number again.
Shoes coat, remember key, check, double check, ooo back door locked, yep. Have i got my keys, check double check. Was that back door defo locked, check. Have i got my keys, check double check, right were outside. I manage to time my visit to the shop just as the kids are out of school, and the employees in the shop seems to trebble. Sister behind the till, with two brothers watching the kids in the store. She's hot but i've never managed to get her to smile, like her older sister does. Right heres the right cash, my last bit of paper money, and can't get anymore out, so these will have to last, no beer this evening and then i won't chain them. Stupid stupid.
Back up the hill, and i see the man who lives on the corner and is always smoking with another man, cross the road, and open the gate to his house, his little dog, jumps up and down at the new visitors. And i'm reminded of being told that the dog only barks at girls, and right oh, he hasn't barked at the man visiting. And ask myself again (time number 1849) but why does he always bark at me whenever i pass there house?
Anyway, back in my house, right lets give there customer service (oxy moron) another call. Ring ring, ring ring click (recorded voice) We can not answer your phone as the offices are now closed (did i cjack for keys to many times and took it past 5.30?), our office opening times are 9.00am to 5.00pm (ahh thats it they shut at 5). I hang up. and wonder across my hall, and glance at the clock, it 4.30pm. What the fuck.
So i finally track them down at my own exspense via the new exstortionate direct enquiries services. There a company in Hull. I get through to a customer service line, and a pleasant lady who doesn't know who i am or if we called them, so you guessed it, i need to speak to someone else, not the customer service dept? So after a long spell of Mozart played through a funnel (how can you make Mozart sound cheap and nasty), it starts to ring. Ring ring, sounding good, her we go, new boiler parts, no leaking a loud banging at night (from the boiler, the heating boiler not old boiler as in dirty old lady), ring ring, then you start asking yourself, how long should you let it ring for. Ring ring, ring ring. There's nobody there? Or are they, are they chatting about Eastenders, or David Beckhams new hair. Come on pick up that fucking ringing thing on your desk. Ring ring, ring ring. Right i'm holding on, if just to annoy them, maybe it will interupt there reading of what Colleens doing in Heat. Ring ring, ring ring. Fuck it, slam. Right, i'm buying cigarettes before the shop shuts, then phoning the first number again.
Shoes coat, remember key, check, double check, ooo back door locked, yep. Have i got my keys, check double check. Was that back door defo locked, check. Have i got my keys, check double check, right were outside. I manage to time my visit to the shop just as the kids are out of school, and the employees in the shop seems to trebble. Sister behind the till, with two brothers watching the kids in the store. She's hot but i've never managed to get her to smile, like her older sister does. Right heres the right cash, my last bit of paper money, and can't get anymore out, so these will have to last, no beer this evening and then i won't chain them. Stupid stupid.
Back up the hill, and i see the man who lives on the corner and is always smoking with another man, cross the road, and open the gate to his house, his little dog, jumps up and down at the new visitors. And i'm reminded of being told that the dog only barks at girls, and right oh, he hasn't barked at the man visiting. And ask myself again (time number 1849) but why does he always bark at me whenever i pass there house?
Anyway, back in my house, right lets give there customer service (oxy moron) another call. Ring ring, ring ring click (recorded voice) We can not answer your phone as the offices are now closed (did i cjack for keys to many times and took it past 5.30?), our office opening times are 9.00am to 5.00pm (ahh thats it they shut at 5). I hang up. and wonder across my hall, and glance at the clock, it 4.30pm. What the fuck.