Today was pretty shit until 4:30pm
First mistake of the day:
I adhere to my alarm clocks first alert which is set at a rather 'comical' 6:30am, normally I ‘snooze’ for a time period measured in hours after this alert but today I have a stupid ambition to arrive at work early.
Second mistake:
I feel all domestic before I have even had my breakfast and decide to unload the washing machine. Meanwhile the washing machine has decided to stall mid cycle but not bother with unnecessary task of locking the front loading door. Cue, one very full washing machine's worth of water flooding my kitchen floor.
Third mistake of the day:
In my hast to vacate my flat and get to work early I decide that it would be quicker if I didn't bother to pick up my keys on the way out. I am correct (it was quicker) but of course the reality of this time saving measure mixed with the geographical location of my flat mate (Croatia); is that I am screwed.
Fourth mistake of the day:
Last week we got a letter from our letting agent detailing their new address. I had not taken the time to copy this address into my diary and thus had no idea where their offices might be.
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So I spent an hour waiting outside the old offices of my letting agents until somebody from the shop next door turned up and I interrogated them until they divulged the location of their new offices. I walked back across to the other side of Bath. I waited a further 20 minutes for my letting agents to open and only then did I finally get the spare keys.
Fifth mistake of the day:
By going through this process with my letting agent I discovered that she was quite happy to hand over the keys to my flat without asking me my name or for any ID. How am I ever going to get to sleep now, or leave my precious CD collection knowing that any fu*ker can get easy access to them!?!
Sixth mistake of the day:
I have an all day project meeting. Not really a mistake, but it was another bad point to my day. On the positive side, I can remember all but one of the presentations. Not bad at all compared to the 'lost day' of spring 2002.
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4:30pm
Meeting has finished and things take a turn for the better. As we were in a conference room in a hotel in the centre of Chippenham I nipped into the post office which is just across the road before going back to the office. I had with me two boring bits of paper with me:
1 Insurance certificate for 1965 Triumph Herald
1 V5 document for a 1965 Triumph Herald
and one of the rarest pieces of paper known to man:
1 MOT (PASS) certificate for a 1963 Triumph Herald!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now as the Herald had been declared SORN (Statutory Off Road Notice) since spring this year I was expecting to spend the next three weeks looked in the basement of the post office filling out incomprehensible DVLA documents under the watchful eye of somebody called Helga, before they would issue me with a road tax disc. What actually happened couldn't have been more different, the lady looked at my treasured bits of paper, smiled, produced a new disc, wrote my registration on it, stamped it, and passed to me. Maybe because it is free, the post office sees no need for stupid forms as they are not getting any money to 'administer' the process???!!!??
Noel 1 -- Stupid Bureaucrats 0
I adhere to my alarm clocks first alert which is set at a rather 'comical' 6:30am, normally I ‘snooze’ for a time period measured in hours after this alert but today I have a stupid ambition to arrive at work early.
Second mistake:
I feel all domestic before I have even had my breakfast and decide to unload the washing machine. Meanwhile the washing machine has decided to stall mid cycle but not bother with unnecessary task of locking the front loading door. Cue, one very full washing machine's worth of water flooding my kitchen floor.
Third mistake of the day:
In my hast to vacate my flat and get to work early I decide that it would be quicker if I didn't bother to pick up my keys on the way out. I am correct (it was quicker) but of course the reality of this time saving measure mixed with the geographical location of my flat mate (Croatia); is that I am screwed.
Fourth mistake of the day:
Last week we got a letter from our letting agent detailing their new address. I had not taken the time to copy this address into my diary and thus had no idea where their offices might be.
................
So I spent an hour waiting outside the old offices of my letting agents until somebody from the shop next door turned up and I interrogated them until they divulged the location of their new offices. I walked back across to the other side of Bath. I waited a further 20 minutes for my letting agents to open and only then did I finally get the spare keys.
Fifth mistake of the day:
By going through this process with my letting agent I discovered that she was quite happy to hand over the keys to my flat without asking me my name or for any ID. How am I ever going to get to sleep now, or leave my precious CD collection knowing that any fu*ker can get easy access to them!?!
Sixth mistake of the day:
I have an all day project meeting. Not really a mistake, but it was another bad point to my day. On the positive side, I can remember all but one of the presentations. Not bad at all compared to the 'lost day' of spring 2002.
=================================
4:30pm
Meeting has finished and things take a turn for the better. As we were in a conference room in a hotel in the centre of Chippenham I nipped into the post office which is just across the road before going back to the office. I had with me two boring bits of paper with me:
1 Insurance certificate for 1965 Triumph Herald
1 V5 document for a 1965 Triumph Herald
and one of the rarest pieces of paper known to man:
1 MOT (PASS) certificate for a 1963 Triumph Herald!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now as the Herald had been declared SORN (Statutory Off Road Notice) since spring this year I was expecting to spend the next three weeks looked in the basement of the post office filling out incomprehensible DVLA documents under the watchful eye of somebody called Helga, before they would issue me with a road tax disc. What actually happened couldn't have been more different, the lady looked at my treasured bits of paper, smiled, produced a new disc, wrote my registration on it, stamped it, and passed to me. Maybe because it is free, the post office sees no need for stupid forms as they are not getting any money to 'administer' the process???!!!??
Noel 1 -- Stupid Bureaucrats 0
posted by Nurton at 9:34 am
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Look at the time stamps on the 3 spam comments! I had only posted my post about 2 minutes before. When I used to post every day this never happened! How could blogger go downhill so quickly?
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