Email from Stagecoach

After Monday’s hassles with buses etc., where the fucker sailed right on past me (and about ten others), I complained in email to Stagecoach. And got a reply today…
01st April 2003

Ref: SR/LSS 1366
Dear Lyle

I am in receipt of your recent email regarding a problem you experienced with our 219 Service on Mon 31/03/03 failing to stop at Piccadilly Station.

I have checked our Electronic Ticket Machine Data and find that the driver did leave Piccadilly on time and that there was no pick up at the stop at
Piccadilly Station.

I have arranged to interview the driver concerned for a full explanation regarding this incident after which the appropriate action will be taken within our company's disciplinary procedure.

Please accept my apologies with regard to this matter and thank you for
bringing it to my attention.

Yours Sincerely

Stuart Roughley
Operations Manager

So – we’ll just have to see what happens next. *Grin*


Virgin trains

Nice to see it’s not just me who hates Virgin Trains. Anna has written an open letter to Richard Branson – and it’s spot-on.


Props

Has anyone got some matchsticks I can use to keep my eyes open today? It’d be much appreciated.

Anyway, the visit to the bank went quite smoothly, which has to be a first for this week. Looks like with luck I’ll have the necessary bank account opened by Tuesday (the joys of needing stuff to be sorted out that isn’t solely in Manchester) which will then make life a bit easier once stuff gets paid in there instead.

In the meantime, it’s just a bit of a nightmare, but there we go – sometimes we have to have nightmares in order to appreciate how smoothly things run normally.


Not for the faint-hearted

One of the real joys yesterday was that one of the two toilets in the office got blocked yesterday – and we had to email the landlords to get them to get someone out to fix it.

Which of course involved having to take a photo. Not a fun task at the best of times, worse when it’s blocked and stinking. Think yourselves lucky I can’t take a compressed sample of the smell too. Guess who got the job?

 

Nasty image

I really hope I’m not the only one who came up with a vile image upon reading the headline “Missing British war reporter turns up in Jordan” – but common sense assumes they mean the country, not the “model”.


Not suitable for sensitive ears/eyes

Work today has consisted of building a set of dynamic newsletters – doesn’t sound like much ’til you try putting it in (as the fuckwit client wants) an Access “database”. God I loathe Access, it’s a total &*”!)ing *(&-*-@&$£ **((&^&ing hunk of shite.

Still, it’s all working now. And tomorrow I have to go and sort out a business account, so that the fucking cunting bastard bureaucrats in the agency’s accounts department can be happy to pay me. Twats.

Still, it’s been a better day than yesterday.


Interviewing technique

The Bastard Operator From Hell has a quiz in The Register about the best Interviewing Techniques. Amusing, in a geeky techy kind of manner – which would explain why I enjoyed reading it…