Three down, nine to go

A very nervous but well-dressed Furtle is off for an interview this morning in the further attempt to find a better p[aid and rather more engaging job that doesn’t leave her wanting to murder her colleagues just to break up the boredom.

I have discovered a disadvantage of using digital radios as alarm clocks: if you don’t listen to them for at least five minutes in the day the clocks move forward (or indeed, backward), then the internal clocks do not re-set automatically. Happily the alarm on my phone went off on time and ten minutes later when the radio was due to come on, Furtle was already awake with nervous tension, so my Monday morning tendency to roll over and go back to sleep was thwarted.

At some point over the next few days I have to decide whether (and when) to email Amazon and ask them precisely where my book is that they supposedly despatched on 22 March. The travesty that is their home page makes it less than obvious how a customer is supposed to email them and ask and we all know that a misdirected email isn’t worth the paper it’s written on. Equally, I am beginning to wonder if I shall receive notice beyond the automatic email that anyone has actioned my order for a Feegles Rob Anybody mug. The twenty-first century seems to have broken temporarily.

Three down, nine to go

A very nervous but well-dressed Furtle is off for an interview this morning in the further attempt to find a better p[aid and rather more engaging job that doesn’t leave her wanting to murder her colleagues just to break up the boredom.

I have discovered a disadvantage of using digital radios as alarm clocks: if you don’t listen to them for at least five minutes in the day the clocks move forward (or indeed, backward), then the internal clocks do not re-set automatically. Happily the alarm on my phone went off on time and ten minutes later when the radio was due to come on, Furtle was already awake with nervous tension, so my Monday morning tendency to roll over and go back to sleep was thwarted.

At some point over the next few days I have to decide whether (and when) to email Amazon and ask them precisely where my book is that they supposedly despatched on 22 March. The travesty that is their home page makes it less than obvious how a customer is supposed to email them and ask and we all know that a misdirected email isn’t worth the paper it’s written on. Equally, I am beginning to wonder if I shall receive notice beyond the automatic email that anyone has actioned my order for a Feegles Rob Anybody mug. The twenty-first century seems to have broken temporarily.