The entity responsible for the algorithm that caused an advert for personalised gifts to pop up on FB yesterday featuring a T-shirt emblazoned with my surname - a fairly uncommon name, so no coincidence. It really weirded me out!
The company who advertise free next day delivery and then don’t deliver.
I rarely order anything online, but this is a Christmas present of a very specific nature from a specialist company. I carefully timed my order so it would arrive on a day when I could expect to be at home all day to receive it, ie today. It turns out it has not even been dispatched yet. I have various commitments every day for the rest of this week, so this is going to be a nuisance.
Today consigning to hell all the stuff (or lack of) to do with covid-19. Yesterday I booked the cafe to enjoy a lunch with friends on the weekend, sitting outside in the fresh air under a sunshade. But sadly, one friend has tested positive today and has (of course) accidentally exposed a bunch of work colleagues.
I am so angry with public health officials, media organizations and other responsible people who are not taking appropriate precautions themselves, let alone reminding people of how covid behaves. I still see people wiping down trolleys and sanitising their hands (neither of these are bad), but are completely unaware of the now well reported airborne nature of the infection. So due to no fault of their own they are being exposed to a pathogen which is still novel and it will be quite some time before the data is in re short and long term effects.
So lunch is off (which I can cope with, we'll do it in the New Year), but my friend has a number of underlying health conditions and I don't want anything bad to happen to her (or her child, also infected), or to my other former colleagues. I no longer work there, but hold many of them with great affection.
I am also so ticked off beyond words with our incompetent local media and health people. Not one word locally about be vigilant, I think I've seen one article in the last month and that was specifically about visiting nursing homes, which are having massive outbreaks here.
Not one word about the availability of up to date vaccines, which have just been released here. It's all just malfeasance in my book and that's unforgiveable.
The company I found online (as I couldn't find one locally) to send my CD player to for repair. They sent me a free delivery label and photos to show it had arrived. Then they proceeded to change the terms and conditions and raise the price and are no longer replying to my emails or answering their phone.
Idiots.
My wife had a hospital appointment this morning. She was given a card from the hospital with the date and time on it. Unfortunately, when she got there, she found that a mistake had been made: the appointment was at one of the other city hospitals!
She tried to phone me but couldn't get through (I'd typed our number wrongly on her new mobile phone) and came home. She has since been able to contact the consultant and should have a new appointment before Christmas.
Monday morning the courier showed up with a large box containing a part (a new washing machine drum - the original engineer said it was just the seal and the pipe). But no engineer. Apologetic person phones us in the evening to say a part had been mislaid. Appointment rescheduled for Friday.
Friday an engineer shows up - hooray - but after inspecting the washing machine, the box with the drum, and the boxes he'd brought with him and phoning round tells us that he does not actually have the seal we need and nobody knows where it has been sent to. Appointment for Monday.
Monday engineer shows up at lunchtime. After working until half past four, says the job won't be finished that day. Leaves.
Appointment for Wednesday. Engineer arrives, colleague arrives to help. Eventually washing machine fixed. Hooray.
The pillock who drove into the back of my car, putting it off the road and thus costing me work. Yes, my insurance company can supply a replacement, but probably not until Tuesday.
Monday morning the courier showed up with a large box containing a part (a new washing machine drum - the original engineer said it was just the seal and the pipe). But no engineer. Apologetic person phones us in the evening to say a part had been mislaid. Appointment rescheduled for Friday.
Friday an engineer shows up - hooray - but after inspecting the washing machine, the box with the drum, and the boxes he'd brought with him and phoning round tells us that he does not actually have the seal we need and nobody knows where it has been sent to. Appointment for Monday.
Monday engineer shows up at lunchtime. After working until half past four, says the job won't be finished that day. Leaves.
Appointment for Wednesday. Engineer arrives, colleague arrives to help. Eventually washing machine fixed. Hooray.
Reminds me of an old 'Flanders and Swan' song about the gasman came to call.
You too? I have the solution trying to work its magic; I'll get an appointment later in the week if it doesn't resolve. My GP's surgery's nurse uses warm water and a syringe gun* but have heard the next town over has someone using microsuction.
* at the risk of appalling people, I have used a plastic spray gun at home with occasional success...
Microsuction is what my audiologist recommends as being safest. They have the ear nurse visit from time to time, but if I go to directly to the ear nurses' clinic it's cheaper. I always go to the clinic before being tested for new hearing aids as it means the hearing aids I get are properly calibrated.
BBC Radio 3 - IT'S NOT FUCKING CHRISTMAS YET!!!!! They used to be reliable. At least keep the schmaltz until next week. I nearly vomited into my porridge at the appearance of Away in a Manger.
BBC Radio 3 - IT'S NOT FUCKING CHRISTMAS YET!!!!! They used to be reliable. At least keep the schmaltz until next week. I nearly vomited into my porridge at the appearance of Away in a Manger.
Radio 3 lost the plot ages ago. Have you seen what they've been doing Friday evenings for some time now? My posh tuner hasn't been used in weeks.
Building a library Sat PM?
To the nether regions with them!
Grrrrr hissssss. My pain clinic has just announced that all patients have to choose between receiving either pain medication (controlled substances—this is a clinic for people with such severe pain Tylenol etc won’t touch it) OR anti-anxiety medications (benzodiazepines), if they happen to be on both. So I can treat either my Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome or my cPTSD, but not both. Despite a spotless record for more than 20 years.
This isn’t a state or federal rule, they would have told us. I think it is a choice made with an eye to the incoming administration, so the clinic’s prescription numbers look good.
Grrrrr hissssss. My pain clinic has just announced that all patients have to choose between receiving either pain medication (controlled substances—this is a clinic for people with such severe pain Tylenol etc won’t touch it) OR anti-anxiety medications (benzodiazepines), if they happen to be on both. So I can treat either my Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome or my cPTSD, but not both. Despite a spotless record for more than 20 years.
This isn’t a state or federal rule, they would have told us. I think it is a choice made with an eye to the incoming administration, so the clinic’s prescription numbers look good.
Not sure whether to say WTF?! or I'm so sorry. So how about both
Well, I’m appealing it first. If they refuse to keep me as a patient, i suppose I’ll have to find another clinic that will take my case, which will be difficult but probably possible. But super annoying, since of course they will wonder why i was dismissed from the practice, and may assume The Worst.
... I got in contact with my primary care doc, and he's confused about it too. I asked him to supply me with a letter of good behavior stating I'd been on both for a zillion years without any addiction or abuse etc. and would they please consider an exception. I'll be asking another professional I work with for something similar. maybe it will work, who knows? I'll know, I guess, after mid-January.
... I got in contact with my primary care doc, and he's confused about it too. I asked him to supply me with a letter of good behavior stating I'd been on both for a zillion years without any addiction or abuse etc. and would they please consider an exception. I'll be asking another professional I work with for something similar. maybe it will work, who knows? I'll know, I guess, after mid-January.
... I got in contact with my primary care doc, and he's confused about it too. I asked him to supply me with a letter of good behavior stating I'd been on both for a zillion years without any addiction or abuse etc. and would they please consider an exception. I'll be asking another professional I work with for something similar. maybe it will work, who knows? I'll know, I guess, after mid-January.
So the a few days ago (see upthread) some tosser drove into the back of my car. Well, my insurance company have been in to it very efficiently, the car is in the garage and they’ve supplied me with a replacement car, so I’m back in the road again.
All good so far?
Yesterday, some complete an utter wanker keyed the door on the replacement car. This is a ver deep scratch beyond what can be fixed with a bit of T-Cut, so I’ll get charged for it.
Evri. They were unable to deliver a parcel on Friday, so were meant to try again today. The email reckoned delivery between 15.30 and 16.30. About 16.20 I had a look at the tracking and discovered that they'd failed to deliver at about 14.20. I work from home, and was definitely in. The photo attached to the failure report explains it all - they were trying next door! Annoying part is that this is the last Christmas present that I need to wrap and was hoping to deliver this evening
I've raised a complaint via their support chatbot, and included the fact that the driver was trying to deliver to the wrong house. Doubt it'll do much good...
Royal Mail. They were supposed to uplift two bags of Nespresso pods for recycling. We've now had emails Saturday and today claiming they could not 'because there was no one in'. We were at home both days. I even left the front door open to show we were. Plus it didn't matter if we were or not since the bags were propped conspicuously against the bins on the path a few feet from the gate.
National Australia Bank. Though all are guilty from what I hear, and this is not new...
When withdrawing money from a branch ATM I was told my card was possibly damaged and I should call or visit a branch. As the branch was still open I went in, only to be told I should do it via the app while at the teller. I said, gruffly I confess, if I had to use the app I'd do it at home rather than standing there. At which point he said he could help me with the app. Me, thinking surely it is a few clicks which I could manage (it was), said I think I'm okay and went to leave, his face seeming quite put out. At which point he said he could do it, but I'm a stubborn bastard if nothing else and said, "You said to use the app...I will," and left.
I realise they are instructed to do this, and I feel guilty about my gruffness. But from depositing cheques (I was told they would not accept it; I had to use the app...) to other enquiries to this (the ATM could've said to use the app, not go in-branch...), I do somewhat tire of having to do it all myself when someone, paid by the bank, could do it for me. But this is the way of the world...angry man yelling at clouds!
You're right. I was in a foul mood all week, not that that is an excuse. Being told once again at this branch, at first, that I had to do it myself annoyed me more than it should have. Thank you for causing me to reflect.
Commiseration Climacus - banks and their changing ways can be stressful places to visit. I lost it at my bank once - more tears than anger - and one of the senior men now treats me like a delicate flower, which, as he means well, I have decided to accept gracefully.
Our church's wheely bins/waste receptacles are for church and hall users use. I am not thinking kind or charitable thoughts about those who think otherwise which is delaying again my planned sort out. (I know it's not the main hall users, they are as cross as I am that they can't get on with some sorting!!)
Mind you, this set of uncharitable thoughts goes back to the summer, when I'd planned to do the sort out prior to some building work, whilst I had some time, told there was no need, (3 times no less) then I came back from holiday to find my carefully organised music cupboards, where I could find everything easily, all in disarray because the builders had needed them all moved pronto.
Then the two reformed hoarders who did the moving around started nagging me to "get rid of that lot."
I mean, I've only been asking for 10 years about getting rid of some of the unused stuff, no none of it is of any use to anyone else - those hymnbooks that could be of use have been offered out and not taken up on at least three occasions.
I'm sticking with Plan A - do it all when the builders have finished, other than the three boxes which are apparently in the way of where the new door will be..
Minor compared to Nige's woes, but I've managed to drag a filthy cold back from Essex (TBH, I think I took out there, I suspect the bellringers on Christmas Eve might be the source).
I am single-handedly generating the UK phlegm lake, and haven't felt so ill in years. I've had cricket on the phone, fell asleep, had a real fever dream, tottered across the bedroom to check the phone had charged, and found I'd plugged it on but not turned it on. That's how dopey I am. If it wasn't for ibuprofen I'd be in pieces.
Blimey, I really was dopey this morning. I've just realised I copied this across from a post on another forum, and kept in the reference to someone who'd posted on there who'd had much worse to handle!
With thought, I bet I picked it up from the myriad darling little reservoirs of infection at Carols for Kids.
Thankfully it does seem to be easing, I am still snotty and bunged up and Not Feeling Myself, but massively better than when I woke up in the night feeling as though I'd been chewing barbed wire. Though that may still be the ibuprofen talking...
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I rarely order anything online, but this is a Christmas present of a very specific nature from a specialist company. I carefully timed my order so it would arrive on a day when I could expect to be at home all day to receive it, ie today. It turns out it has not even been dispatched yet. I have various commitments every day for the rest of this week, so this is going to be a nuisance.
I am so angry with public health officials, media organizations and other responsible people who are not taking appropriate precautions themselves, let alone reminding people of how covid behaves. I still see people wiping down trolleys and sanitising their hands (neither of these are bad), but are completely unaware of the now well reported airborne nature of the infection. So due to no fault of their own they are being exposed to a pathogen which is still novel and it will be quite some time before the data is in re short and long term effects.
So lunch is off (which I can cope with, we'll do it in the New Year), but my friend has a number of underlying health conditions and I don't want anything bad to happen to her (or her child, also infected), or to my other former colleagues. I no longer work there, but hold many of them with great affection.
I am also so ticked off beyond words with our incompetent local media and health people. Not one word locally about be vigilant, I think I've seen one article in the last month and that was specifically about visiting nursing homes, which are having massive outbreaks here.
Not one word about the availability of up to date vaccines, which have just been released here. It's all just malfeasance in my book and that's unforgiveable.
Idiots.
Yes, I just need to summon up the necessary strength....
She tried to phone me but couldn't get through (I'd typed our number wrongly on her new mobile phone) and came home. She has since been able to contact the consultant and should have a new appointment before Christmas.
Friday an engineer shows up - hooray - but after inspecting the washing machine, the box with the drum, and the boxes he'd brought with him and phoning round tells us that he does not actually have the seal we need and nobody knows where it has been sent to. Appointment for Monday.
Monday engineer shows up at lunchtime. After working until half past four, says the job won't be finished that day. Leaves.
Appointment for Wednesday. Engineer arrives, colleague arrives to help. Eventually washing machine fixed. Hooray.
Reminds me of an old 'Flanders and Swan' song about the gasman came to call.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1dvAxA9ib0
From inept tradies, dear Lord deliver us….
Again.
* at the risk of appalling people, I have used a plastic spray gun at home with occasional success...
Radio 3 lost the plot ages ago. Have you seen what they've been doing Friday evenings for some time now? My posh tuner hasn't been used in weeks.
Building a library Sat PM?
To the nether regions with them!
This isn’t a state or federal rule, they would have told us. I think it is a choice made with an eye to the incoming administration, so the clinic’s prescription numbers look good.
Not sure whether to say WTF?! or I'm so sorry. So how about both
Praying!
Praying and hoping people see sense!
All good so far?
Yesterday, some complete an utter wanker keyed the door on the replacement car. This is a ver deep scratch beyond what can be fixed with a bit of T-Cut, so I’ll get charged for it.
Why the fuck do people do this?
I hope your insurance people don't come down on you too heavily for it, but I guess there's no escape from the (undeserved) charge.
I've raised a complaint via their support chatbot, and included the fact that the driver was trying to deliver to the wrong house. Doubt it'll do much good...
When withdrawing money from a branch ATM I was told my card was possibly damaged and I should call or visit a branch. As the branch was still open I went in, only to be told I should do it via the app while at the teller. I said, gruffly I confess, if I had to use the app I'd do it at home rather than standing there. At which point he said he could help me with the app. Me, thinking surely it is a few clicks which I could manage (it was), said I think I'm okay and went to leave, his face seeming quite put out. At which point he said he could do it, but I'm a stubborn bastard if nothing else and said, "You said to use the app...I will," and left.
I realise they are instructed to do this, and I feel guilty about my gruffness. But from depositing cheques (I was told they would not accept it; I had to use the app...) to other enquiries to this (the ATM could've said to use the app, not go in-branch...), I do somewhat tire of having to do it all myself when someone, paid by the bank, could do it for me. But this is the way of the world...angry man yelling at clouds!
Our church's wheely bins/waste receptacles are for church and hall users use. I am not thinking kind or charitable thoughts about those who think otherwise which is delaying again my planned sort out. (I know it's not the main hall users, they are as cross as I am that they can't get on with some sorting!!)
Mind you, this set of uncharitable thoughts goes back to the summer, when I'd planned to do the sort out prior to some building work, whilst I had some time, told there was no need, (3 times no less) then I came back from holiday to find my carefully organised music cupboards, where I could find everything easily, all in disarray because the builders had needed them all moved pronto.
Then the two reformed hoarders who did the moving around started nagging me to "get rid of that lot."
I mean, I've only been asking for 10 years about getting rid of some of the unused stuff, no none of it is of any use to anyone else - those hymnbooks that could be of use have been offered out and not taken up on at least three occasions.
I'm sticking with Plan A - do it all when the builders have finished, other than the three boxes which are apparently in the way of where the new door will be..
I am single-handedly generating the UK phlegm lake, and haven't felt so ill in years. I've had cricket on the phone, fell asleep, had a real fever dream, tottered across the bedroom to check the phone had charged, and found I'd plugged it on but not turned it on. That's how dopey I am. If it wasn't for ibuprofen I'd be in pieces.
With thought, I bet I picked it up from the myriad darling little reservoirs of infection at Carols for Kids.
Thankfully it does seem to be easing, I am still snotty and bunged up and Not Feeling Myself, but massively better than when I woke up in the night feeling as though I'd been chewing barbed wire. Though that may still be the ibuprofen talking...
I'd happily give him this!