Fuckwits.
Archive for the 'A bit of a rant' Category
When life is cheaper than booze
Why is it that I have to stop my car on a blind corner for can-toting jay-walking piss-heads who can't be arsed to wait for the pedestrian crossing's green man?
Next time, I might give natural selection a helping hand by removing them from the gene-pool.
Sixty not out
In Scotland I'd be eligible to apply for a bus-pass.
In Wales I'd be eligible to apply for a bus-pass.
In Northern Ireland I'd be eligible to apply for a bus-pass.
In London I'd be eligible to apply for a bus-pass.
But in "Non-London" England I have to wait another seven years to be eligible to apply for a bus-pass.
There's no levelling-up going on here.
Booking Office multi-fail (no surprise there, then)
Sometimes I think that they do it just to get attention...
I attended Hambleton Suite clinic on 19th May for my Annual Review... full bloods, virology, Covid vaccine antibody response, height, weight, full valet, replace the wiper blades... you know the drill. Preliminary indications implied that all was well, so I left with an appointment to ATTEND on 9th June, when the full set of test results would be reviewed and discussed. Said appointment was written on my card and in their appointment book, and later on someone added the appointment to "the system".
But a week later I was feeling rough, so I called it in and they asked me to attend for a quick check-up. Nothing bad was found in the bloods, they said that I'd probably got some sort of minor virus infection, nothing more. They took the opportunity to run through the Annual Review test results, meaning that there was no longer any need for me to attend on 9th June, so that appointment was cancelled and another made for 6th July.
So far, so good. But then someone managed to cock it up...
On 2nd June I got a surprise text reminder from 07786 209254 (one of their system's text-based reminder services) for a TELEPHONE appointment... for the same time and day as the cancelled ATTEND appointment. As you can see, it took all of five minutes for me to cancel the already-cancelled appointment and for that to be both confirmed and spiced-up with a threat of discharge:
From that, you'd think that everything was back on track, but you'd be wrong.
On 7th June I received another text reminder, this time from NHS UHL (another one of their system's text-based reminder services), for the very same appointment that I'd re-cancelled only five days before via the other text service. NHS UHL texts don't permit replies, so I can't put them right:
It's yet another example of their dis-integrated system.
It's not often that I give up, but I have (arguably) better things to do than try to fix the unfixable.
I didn't bother with the re-cancelled appointment, and much to my disappointment they didn't carry out their threat to discharge me.
Sort yourself out, eBay!
Delivery on Tuesday 21st, or Wednesday 22nd, or Thursday 23rd?
Could be either, according to eBay.
Yes, I know that they're "estimated" dates, but FFS the least that eBay could do is get their two estimates to match!
Imagine having to book time off work to be at home to receive these items - a gaffer wouldn't be too chuffed if I asked for three days off to receive one delivery!
AMOEBA ALERT!
The Amoeba Squad has been out in force over the last few days.
On Sunday morning I ordered some timber from Wickes, it was a Click & Collect job, and checkout was via PayPal. I don't have an account with Wickes, so I assume that my contact details were gleaned from PayPal.
Wickes started sending emails regarding the order status, that's fine, but they also started sending texts... to my mobile AND to our land-line. Thanks to the amoeba that set up their digital communication algorithm, whenever I get a mobile text the land-line chimes in and we get an auto-woman reading out the text. It/she is hilarious - my order number 680432227 was "order - number - six - hundred - and - eighty - million - four - hundred - and - thirty - two - thousand - two - hundred - and - twenty - seven". Twats.
Next, and somewhat predictably, it was the turn of the Aldi Click & Corrupt service. As usual there were some subs for items not in stock.
We'd ordered Easter eggs, all allegedly in stock on Saturday night when the last chance to amend the order had passed, i.e. the point at which the card payment is authorised and the order becomes "firm". But when we arrived at noon on Sunday they'd run out of all the eggs that we'd ordered and for which we'd authorised payment. The reason given was that "they'd been flying off the shelves all morning". So, we can order and authorise payment the day before, but, the day after, someone else can buy them in-store and wipe out the stock, including our items which Aldi couldn't be arsed to reserve? That stinks.
In short, NONE of the eggs that we'd ordered were in stock, so their amoeba-powered algorithm had subbed the lot, and all of the subs were unsuitable:
The middle item/sub is a belter... I ordered the box of "Specially Selected Exquisite Belgian Chocolate British Birds Eggs" specifically for my Dad, as he's interested in such things, but Aldi thought it would be a good idea to sub it with A SLAB. WTF? In what way is that OK?
Fuck 'em. I rejected the lot.
You'd think that would have been enough, but no, there was more to come... the Amoeba Factor was still in effect...
Amazon's Subscribe & Save thing had decided that it couldn't get us any BarleyCup...
so it offered us this bizarre substitute:
We're bemused... in which universe is a dry snack bar a suitable replacement for a hot-drink powder?
I mean, I'm partial to a stiff drink now and again, but that's a tad too rigid for me!
Happy Easter!
