FFS,,more ranting, Wayne Roney MP ? from the mouths of babes

In my head this morning - this was going to happen today-

Take kids to school/nursery 

Go to grown up world do some  good work

Pick up kids -survive the Bastard Ballet/Tesco's donuts  run

Cook dinner,wash children, clean up get them to bed early

Evening- do useful things in peace -IE post pictures of sheds and Billie Piper on www.shedtune.co.uk,write up car progress blog,file house renovation pictures,back up lap top, tidy picture files on hard drive-all that sort of stuff you know you should do but never do - our picture files in the hard drive span years and resemble a "virtual bowl of shame"-every house has one- a fruit bowl on a sideboard somewhere containing flat AA batteries,snapped terminal screwdrivers,keys that don't fit anything that's been  in your possession for the last 10 years and always  parts of  broken "free" plastic toys that came with children's "comics" (why is it when you put the sodding pretend plastic spider man watch ,with  snapped strap and integral choking hazard into the bin  you can guarantee the next visitor to the bin will be the child owner of aforementioned dross ,they spot the detritus you thought was safely off loaded to landfill  and set about emptying the bin an emotional wreck trying to rescue the bloody thing ) 

So how did things pan out in real time rather than in my head?

Grown up world went OK apart from I got side tracked by fucking Samsung world again - I wanted to top up my Tesco's pay as you go - I use the phone so rarely that thankfully I don't do this much- anyway I couldn't remember how to do it on line -ah I though use the phone ..dial the free number speak to a person, one snag,its a useless crap phone with a touch screen- to top up you have to press "number 2" once through to the automated service- it took me two attempt's to work out how to access the "keypad" whilst on call, once pressed the phone shit itself thinking I was trying to make another call and displayed "INVALID APP" meanwhile the calming automated voice kept saying "we haven't detected a selection thus will end the call please phone blah blah if you are having difficulties " oh FFS It was made worse by the fact that my sausage fingers had somehow put it on loudspeaker- not good in an open plan office ..a sharp strike to the desk ejecting  the battery when the bastard wouldn't turn off did the trick
I eventually topped it up online after a Google search  revealed that the place to top it up is not in fact
https://www.mytescomobile.com/
but 
https://topup.tescomobile.com/ConsWeb/LandingStrip/TMLogin.aspx

Jesus Christ why make things so difficult ? why cant web sites, and phones for that matter have a "Luddite" button
In comparison the  childcare that followed was a doddle apart from one small glitch- on the way to  donut isle the 3 year old spotted "magazines" displaying all his favorite plastic choking hazards at £4 a shot -no bloody chance I thought, you lay there and head bang the floor in rage whilst I go get the donuts 

Needless to say Ive been wasting time writing this tosh rather than doing the "bowl of shame" jobs I should be doing 

From the mouths of babes- 

On a recent Saturday morning drive to take the 8 year old  fencing -don't ask- the conversation was C02 emissions - he wants to build an air powered car- I explained that he would need power to compress the air to drive the car etc, anyway, unusually for me  I mentioned that politicians are the biggest problem in the clean energy argument ,as they are only interested in being greedy rather than fixing things -that's why you should always think very carefully who you vote for and make a politician or prime minister  etc ... he thought for a while and then said
"It wouldn't be a good idea for Wayne Rooney to be a politician would it?" 

On a lighter note this was spotted on the fridge door tonight

Well roll on Wednesday - no pack lunches to make in the morning, no after school activities- I may even get time not to address the "bowl of shame" items on the list

To busy to rant,ironic dissatisfaction test.

Its been far too long since my last post -this year I did intend to update the blog at least once a week or so, but like all good intentions Ive been to busy being grumpy to be arsed

-So busy in fact I haven't even had the opportunity to shout at the television, which happens a lot,I even shout at the hateful thing when its switched off,this happens when I urgently need to distract the 3 year old with "Mr tosser Tumble" to prevent him "helping Daddy" by falling through the bathroom floor/kitchen ceiling whilst I try to stop the bathroom floor falling into the kitchen of its own accord-you can guarantee I cant find the fucking remote control,when I do find it the batteries have been removed (as like all remotes the battery compartment lid is missing, this is a ploy by the manufactures to allow 8 year old children easy access to the "AA" gems inside, apparently these can be used to power messy experiments in their bedrooms) or to really hack you off the batteries have been put back in with the polarities reversed-  the 5 year old hasn't grasped the physics involved with electron flow (which actually goes negative to positive for our electrician friends) of course you haven't noticed this oversight on the "little angels" behalf and stand in front the telly, swearing, pressing buttons moving closer to the sodding screen- as that's going to make it work?- looking a right twat when  you realise you have fallen for the old "back to front battery trick" ..again.
Meanwhile the people you were trying to distract have marched off with fisher price tool set in hand ready to impale the nearest 240v socket they can find..its at this point I pledge to anyone who will listen that if they take the batteries out the remote again the "telly" will go on the bonfire, with this I put the remote out of reach- in a safe place as far away from the television and small people as possible- within seconds-normally when I am standing at the top of the stairs thinking "why have I come up here?"  I have forgotten where that place is,thus the whole thing starts again ..
When I have the misfortune of having the bastard thing switched on by someone more competent than me,the type of programs that makes me shout and leave the room are those sodding "real life" documentaries- I particularly  dislike the one filmed in east London somewhere- all the subjects seemed to have married each other twice, shagged their sons wife,served time for several serious crimes,never done a days work and are always pissed up in the local- Christ you couldn't write it, there is  an even a Northern version  were the pub burns down alternate weeks to the local underpants factory.

So with my normal spleen venting avenue denied by not even having time to sit down I have taken to shouting at emails from slack jawed employees of the company providing me my website package, I wont mention the company name but let me assure you the fuckwits in the billing department couldn't add up 1+1,they couldn't grasp  I didn't want the full on "internet shopping basket filling escrow high security intiwebby experience site" shite, I just wanted the basic 99p a month deal to let me write about quirky rusty old British cars, post pictures up of wooden sheds, greasy gearboxes,and  Billie Piper draped around Daleks so they decided to bill me for a £30 a month package anyway-setting up two accounts?! Then sending me arsey emails demanding payment - here is a copy of my last reply to them (this is after an agonizingly long explanation via several departments that I only wanted the basic windows package,and that was in fact the one I was using which was  paid for etc etc ...you get the picture -honestly you would rather eat light bulbs than listen to the whole saga-

Dear Mr Billing department

Have you gone completely bonkers? yet again another reminder came from you today in the post let me write this in big letters so you understand or would you prefer  something posted and  written in crayola?

IT HAS BEEN PAID ! see below and DON'T BOTHER ME AGAIN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!

 Their reply

"Our records indicate the balance was paid as of 2013-04-02 07:20:19. If the date of the notice sent to you by post is before that date I apologise for any inconvenience. Letters are automatically sent out and it would then have been just prior to the balance being paid and took until now to be delivered to your door."

My reply

"I thought you were not going to bother me again?"


Their reply

 
On .09.05.2013 you, or one of your colleagues, contacted our billing department.
We are constantly striving to improve our service performance and your opinion is greatly appreciated.
You can help us by evaluating our service at:
(This is where the cheeky sods posted a link to a customer satisfaction survey)
This will only take a minute or two of your time.


My reply

Many thanks for sending me your feed back survey, unfortunately I don't want to give you a minute or two of "my time" I was wondering if you wouldn't mind giving me a few minutes of "your time?" As I have wasted all my time talking to the intellectual wasteland that appears to be your billing department.
 They seem to reside in a slightly different space time continuum to the rest of the human race they are trying to deal with? 
That aside I have compiled my own "survey" for you to complete this will allow me to measure how well I performed as a pissed off customer-please see below-

Did you find my response to your irritating survey....(please tick one)

• Helpful?
• Ironic?
• Witheringly sarcastic?
• I don't know what irony is?
• I ignored it,it had long words.

To help me decide if I should keep contacting you so you have to send me more "customer satisfaction" surveys could you rate my annoyance to you on a scale of 1 to 10 

• 1 being mild
• 10 being as annoying as piles on a long distance train journey across the Indian sub-continent 

 
 
 Well that's if for today, its a full on week of Daddy duty,I survived after school Gym today followed by sodding Cubs- just got the ordeal of bastard Ballet to get through tomorrow so need to get some sleep, I didn't even get round to commenting on UKIP going for a pint in Scotland ...may be tomorrow  if I can be arsed thinking of a story that starts something like this ...
"what did the fascist say to the other fascist whilst having a pint in his pub?"
"Do you serve nationalists in here?"