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Tomorrow I shall be working from home.
As is usual when trying to get an engineer to come and look at phone lines etc, they are easy enough to get hold of, but they take no account of the fact that their customers work, so sometime between 12.00 and 16.00 a bloke will arrive at the Gin Palace and tut quietly to himself about the state of our telephone connection.
I have no idea what’s happened to it, or how long it’s been dead – we barely use the landline and only have it because it’s included in the broadband/cable TV package. Late last week, for the first time in months Furtle tried to use it and there it was, dead as a dodo. The telly and broadband that come in through the same set of cables are both fine. Oh well, that’s technology for you.
It’s a pity that we couldn’t arrange for the electrician to come the same day, but we haven’t had a quote back yet from the one company that came to look at the job, and have heard not a squeak from the other company that’s expressed an interest.
Principle dictates that the blokes who popped in to look at the job yesterday, must come in with an unbeatably low quote, or be the only quoters (and this latter doesn’t mean that we’ll use them), since they managed to make the standard faux pas of ignoring the presence, input or indeed general existence of Furtle when discussing the job. It was pretty much me or no-one if they were going to talk. Now those as know me will agree that I’m not then most observant chap on the planet, but they were so blatant about it that even I noticed. Furtle managed to squash down her annoyance enough to remain polite to them, but she understandably upset.
So, Imran and other bloke whose name escapes me: you need to come in with an exceedingly competitive quote to get the job. Assuming you bother to quote at all.
It would be nice to get the eccentric wiring of the Gin Palace sorted out – particularly as we would like to decorate a bit more in the spring, but it’s not so urgent that we have to employ just and Tom, Dick or Imran.
So there.
As is usual when trying to get an engineer to come and look at phone lines etc, they are easy enough to get hold of, but they take no account of the fact that their customers work, so sometime between 12.00 and 16.00 a bloke will arrive at the Gin Palace and tut quietly to himself about the state of our telephone connection.
I have no idea what’s happened to it, or how long it’s been dead – we barely use the landline and only have it because it’s included in the broadband/cable TV package. Late last week, for the first time in months Furtle tried to use it and there it was, dead as a dodo. The telly and broadband that come in through the same set of cables are both fine. Oh well, that’s technology for you.
It’s a pity that we couldn’t arrange for the electrician to come the same day, but we haven’t had a quote back yet from the one company that came to look at the job, and have heard not a squeak from the other company that’s expressed an interest.
Principle dictates that the blokes who popped in to look at the job yesterday, must come in with an unbeatably low quote, or be the only quoters (and this latter doesn’t mean that we’ll use them), since they managed to make the standard faux pas of ignoring the presence, input or indeed general existence of Furtle when discussing the job. It was pretty much me or no-one if they were going to talk. Now those as know me will agree that I’m not then most observant chap on the planet, but they were so blatant about it that even I noticed. Furtle managed to squash down her annoyance enough to remain polite to them, but she understandably upset.
So, Imran and other bloke whose name escapes me: you need to come in with an exceedingly competitive quote to get the job. Assuming you bother to quote at all.
It would be nice to get the eccentric wiring of the Gin Palace sorted out – particularly as we would like to decorate a bit more in the spring, but it’s not so urgent that we have to employ just and Tom, Dick or Imran.
So there.