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Friday, June 13th, 2008 01:47 amThe Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain.
Marvelous.
Friday, June 13th, 2008
The Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain.
Marvelous.
Today's ire is brought to you by the letters P.O.S.T.O.F.F.I.C.E.
Friday, June 13th, 2008 11:44 amThe office internet connection seems to be coughing up blood today: it is fractious at best and takes ages to load pages, if at all. At one point, even the intranet was unavailable.
I am particularly out of joint on this because I wanted to vent a little about my peeve of the day, and I don’t like, if possible, to run too many peeves in tandem. Not good for the blood pressure, see.
On Wednesday night, Furtle and I decided that was the ideal time to go online and arrange to have our mail redirected from the Athenaeum Club to the new flat from as early next week as possible. Three attempts each led to us giving up. There is something not right about the post office website and it won’t take credit or debit card details. Rather it will take them, but it will then tell you that the details are wrong. After three attempts it throws you out completely and that’s that.
That put me in a good mood as you might imagine, but I got over it because the system will email a filled out form that you can present in person at a post office counter.
So I did that this morning.
But it’s not that easy when you want to redirect two people’s mail and only one of you is present. I was OK – a cheque and a credit card bill were enough to prove that I am me and I live where I say I do (money, see). For Elle, however, we needed one form of ID from “column A” and one from “column B”. Fine; passport, check; utility bill, check. Except that the small print in column B says that we need two utility bills in her name. So that’s actually three proofs of ID, not two. And we don’t have two because the gas and electricity are both from the same supplier.
I went back to the flat and picked up mobile phone bills, credit card statements and bank statements and trailed back to the post office. “Now you’ve brought too much” quoth the teller. I guess that my thoughts of particularly brutal homicide must have shown through in my face, because he filled out the relevant sections of the form, stamped them and handed me my receipt.
Another job to tick from the list.
I am particularly out of joint on this because I wanted to vent a little about my peeve of the day, and I don’t like, if possible, to run too many peeves in tandem. Not good for the blood pressure, see.
On Wednesday night, Furtle and I decided that was the ideal time to go online and arrange to have our mail redirected from the Athenaeum Club to the new flat from as early next week as possible. Three attempts each led to us giving up. There is something not right about the post office website and it won’t take credit or debit card details. Rather it will take them, but it will then tell you that the details are wrong. After three attempts it throws you out completely and that’s that.
That put me in a good mood as you might imagine, but I got over it because the system will email a filled out form that you can present in person at a post office counter.
So I did that this morning.
But it’s not that easy when you want to redirect two people’s mail and only one of you is present. I was OK – a cheque and a credit card bill were enough to prove that I am me and I live where I say I do (money, see). For Elle, however, we needed one form of ID from “column A” and one from “column B”. Fine; passport, check; utility bill, check. Except that the small print in column B says that we need two utility bills in her name. So that’s actually three proofs of ID, not two. And we don’t have two because the gas and electricity are both from the same supplier.
I went back to the flat and picked up mobile phone bills, credit card statements and bank statements and trailed back to the post office. “Now you’ve brought too much” quoth the teller. I guess that my thoughts of particularly brutal homicide must have shown through in my face, because he filled out the relevant sections of the form, stamped them and handed me my receipt.
Another job to tick from the list.
Today's ire is brought to you by the letters P.O.S.T.O.F.F.I.C.E.
Friday, June 13th, 2008 11:44 amThe office internet connection seems to be coughing up blood today: it is fractious at best and takes ages to load pages, if at all. At one point, even the intranet was unavailable.
I am particularly out of joint on this because I wanted to vent a little about my peeve of the day, and I don’t like, if possible, to run too many peeves in tandem. Not good for the blood pressure, see.
On Wednesday night, Furtle and I decided that was the ideal time to go online and arrange to have our mail redirected from the Athenaeum Club to the new flat from as early next week as possible. Three attempts each led to us giving up. There is something not right about the post office website and it won’t take credit or debit card details. Rather it will take them, but it will then tell you that the details are wrong. After three attempts it throws you out completely and that’s that.
That put me in a good mood as you might imagine, but I got over it because the system will email a filled out form that you can present in person at a post office counter.
So I did that this morning.
But it’s not that easy when you want to redirect two people’s mail and only one of you is present. I was OK – a cheque and a credit card bill were enough to prove that I am me and I live where I say I do (money, see). For Elle, however, we needed one form of ID from “column A” and one from “column B”. Fine; passport, check; utility bill, check. Except that the small print in column B says that we need two utility bills in her name. So that’s actually three proofs of ID, not two. And we don’t have two because the gas and electricity are both from the same supplier.
I went back to the flat and picked up mobile phone bills, credit card statements and bank statements and trailed back to the post office. “Now you’ve brought too much” quoth the teller. I guess that my thoughts of particularly brutal homicide must have shown through in my face, because he filled out the relevant sections of the form, stamped them and handed me my receipt.
Another job to tick from the list.
I am particularly out of joint on this because I wanted to vent a little about my peeve of the day, and I don’t like, if possible, to run too many peeves in tandem. Not good for the blood pressure, see.
On Wednesday night, Furtle and I decided that was the ideal time to go online and arrange to have our mail redirected from the Athenaeum Club to the new flat from as early next week as possible. Three attempts each led to us giving up. There is something not right about the post office website and it won’t take credit or debit card details. Rather it will take them, but it will then tell you that the details are wrong. After three attempts it throws you out completely and that’s that.
That put me in a good mood as you might imagine, but I got over it because the system will email a filled out form that you can present in person at a post office counter.
So I did that this morning.
But it’s not that easy when you want to redirect two people’s mail and only one of you is present. I was OK – a cheque and a credit card bill were enough to prove that I am me and I live where I say I do (money, see). For Elle, however, we needed one form of ID from “column A” and one from “column B”. Fine; passport, check; utility bill, check. Except that the small print in column B says that we need two utility bills in her name. So that’s actually three proofs of ID, not two. And we don’t have two because the gas and electricity are both from the same supplier.
I went back to the flat and picked up mobile phone bills, credit card statements and bank statements and trailed back to the post office. “Now you’ve brought too much” quoth the teller. I guess that my thoughts of particularly brutal homicide must have shown through in my face, because he filled out the relevant sections of the form, stamped them and handed me my receipt.
Another job to tick from the list.
I have a meeting at 4pm – what, 8 minutes away as I type.
I am absolutely knackered. I’m not sure I slept well last night. Can’t tell. What I do know is that this afternoon I have been checking a draft electronic claim form and the accompanying help text. I made myself a coffee and at some point realised that a some time had passed, my coffee was cold and that I had not actually made any progress for at least a half hour.
Since then I have gritted my teeth and finished the run through of the form and emailed it off. I hope that I haven’t left too many errors or missed too many changes. I did it on auto pilot; I’m not even certain it was in English.
I am hopeful that when I leave the office, I shall wake up. We want to move, or at least crack on with the packing tonight, even if only for an hour or so. At the moment I am likely to doze off on the train and spend the evening travelling up and down the line between High Barnet and Morden!
I am absolutely knackered. I’m not sure I slept well last night. Can’t tell. What I do know is that this afternoon I have been checking a draft electronic claim form and the accompanying help text. I made myself a coffee and at some point realised that a some time had passed, my coffee was cold and that I had not actually made any progress for at least a half hour.
Since then I have gritted my teeth and finished the run through of the form and emailed it off. I hope that I haven’t left too many errors or missed too many changes. I did it on auto pilot; I’m not even certain it was in English.
I am hopeful that when I leave the office, I shall wake up. We want to move, or at least crack on with the packing tonight, even if only for an hour or so. At the moment I am likely to doze off on the train and spend the evening travelling up and down the line between High Barnet and Morden!
I have a meeting at 4pm – what, 8 minutes away as I type.
I am absolutely knackered. I’m not sure I slept well last night. Can’t tell. What I do know is that this afternoon I have been checking a draft electronic claim form and the accompanying help text. I made myself a coffee and at some point realised that a some time had passed, my coffee was cold and that I had not actually made any progress for at least a half hour.
Since then I have gritted my teeth and finished the run through of the form and emailed it off. I hope that I haven’t left too many errors or missed too many changes. I did it on auto pilot; I’m not even certain it was in English.
I am hopeful that when I leave the office, I shall wake up. We want to move, or at least crack on with the packing tonight, even if only for an hour or so. At the moment I am likely to doze off on the train and spend the evening travelling up and down the line between High Barnet and Morden!
I am absolutely knackered. I’m not sure I slept well last night. Can’t tell. What I do know is that this afternoon I have been checking a draft electronic claim form and the accompanying help text. I made myself a coffee and at some point realised that a some time had passed, my coffee was cold and that I had not actually made any progress for at least a half hour.
Since then I have gritted my teeth and finished the run through of the form and emailed it off. I hope that I haven’t left too many errors or missed too many changes. I did it on auto pilot; I’m not even certain it was in English.
I am hopeful that when I leave the office, I shall wake up. We want to move, or at least crack on with the packing tonight, even if only for an hour or so. At the moment I am likely to doze off on the train and spend the evening travelling up and down the line between High Barnet and Morden!