Post by ambersalamander on Feb 22, 2008 20:13:58 GMT
Excuse my French, ladies and gentlemen 
But I have just had the worst week I've had since last summer, and nothing in the world could be worse than that. Trust me.
This is the forum for rants, so rant I shall.
On Monday, I returned to work after a week "off" (which was actually a week of doing uni work and housework, except for two lovely days). The first thing that happened was that I was late. I am almost never late for work, and when I am it throws me off kilter for the rest of the day. It stresses me. And I was only late because my train was late. And I was only on the train in the first place because I had to see someone off at the station in the morning. Anyway, the second thing that happened was that the mother of one of my clients phoned at about 9:30am for the sole purpose of projecting huuuuuge amounts of anger, frustration and guilt onto me with the result that I spent the rest of the day feeling like s**t. After that, everything went wrong. I had the classic bad day, basically.
Tuesday was better. The worst that happened was that I ended up in pain because of spending my usual two hours cycling but after 10 days without doing any. Oh, and a client appointment running over by an hour when I had other things to do so I got out late. And when I got home I was utterly exhausted after not having slept at all well the previous night, so didn't do any of the things I have to do this week (like somehow figuring out a way of paying my tuition fees/write a begging letter to uni for another few weeks' grace).
Wednesday? Do not ask me about Wednesday. Actually, I'll tell you anyway. On Wednesday, after I'd cycled about 20 miles in total (out of the 28 I have to do every damn Wednesday), I got a text message from the friend who was going to give me a lift to Dorchester tomorrow, saying he couldn't any more because he'd decided to stay at home and commit suicide instead. I tried talking him out of it via text (it's always worked before and he never answers the phone, EVER). Didn't work. He made clear his intention never to see anyone again and said to leave him alone as he was turning off his phone. In desperation, I called our only mutual friend. Neither of us knew his exact address, only road name and vaguely where the house is. I knew he'd been suffering from terrible back pain, had been taking far above the recommended dose of painkillers for a couple of weeks, and that he'd once taken a deliberate overdose as a suicide attempt. I also knew that because of the backache, he had a house full of painkillers. I tried ringing his phone, but nothing. So what could I do? I called the police. They went round, he sent me a text saying that because I did that he never wanted anything to do with me again and I was no friend of his and that I should f*** off. Because of this, I had to walk from Clapham to Mitcham (I can't phone and cycle) - about 5 or 6 miles - and was physically and mentally exhausted by the time I got home. Still couldn't get anything done. Could only summon up the strength and ingredients to cook a really horrible meal, which put me in an even worse mood.
Thursday looked like an improvement, although I started it pissed off because of Wednesday. I got practically no work done as a result, and afterwards I had to go food shopping- yuk. This made me tired and cross as it cost a lot more than I was expecting. I must admit that this was partly because I'd been having such a bad week that I wanted to cook a really special meal tonight (Friday) as my boyfriend was coming over and we've both had the week from hell. I was really looking forward to seeing him as he's really good at cheering me up, and we've only seen each other once a week for about the last month because work has been so hectic for him. When I got home with my shopping, he phoned me to tell me that he couldn't come after all. Basically, it's unavoidable work stuff, he's never had to do it before but although he said he'd still come if I really needed him to, I had to turn him down because this is potentially a VERY important step in his career and only the second time he's had this sort of opportunity (and he had to turn down the first). I was rather disappointed, mostly because I wanted to see him of course, and partly because all the bloody expensive food I've bought will be off by the time he's able to come round. I can hardly eat it ALL in one night, and I won't be at home for the rest of the weekend due to being a social whizz, or something. And now my boyfriend feels really guilty, which does not make me feel any better at all (bless his cotton ones). I then desperately tried asking every Sutton fan I know about who might be able to give me a lift. This is one of the most important games in the club's history, I haven't missed a home or away game in 4 years and I do not have enough money for coach or train travel. In fact, I am in severe financial poo. But nobody gave me a constructive answer- just incredibly insensitive and irritating ones.
Today, I started the day with a visit to the client I mentioned earlier who has difficult parents. Apparently, it had been a REALLY difficult week for them. I got ranted at, as usual. Grrr. The visit went on half an hour longer than it should have done, because Mum wouldn't let me out of the house until I'd heard and appropriately responded to every one of her grievances. So back to the office, then to a training course, then out. Phew. After a week like that, a Monday to Friday worker like me can't help but feel utterly relieved at leaving the building on a Friday afternoon. I phoned mister boyfriend to pass on information that I'd received on my training course about safe computer workstations, as I'd described his work set-up to the trainer and he said to tell him he'd be crippled by the age of 35 unless he did some serious sorting of chairs and desks etc. This information was gratefully received. When I got to the bus stop, he said he had to go because he had an urgent phonecall from a BASTARD software company on the other phone and had to pick it up. He did so, while I stood at the bus stop cursing the fact that I couldn't cycle because of the early morning visit I'd had to make. I'd left half an hour earlier than usual, and had to wait half an hour for the bus so might as well have left at 5pm as I usually do. Anyway, the bus came, hurrah. I was jostled very badly as I got on, which always makes me feel stressed, but then I found a seat. The week was over, I could relax. Hurrah.
BUT
I then discovered that
SOME BASTARD HAD PICKED MY POCKET AND STOLEN MY MOBILE PHONE.
Because of the bastard software company that had phoned Leo while he was talking to me (they are bastards; they're charging him a pound a minute to give him tech support for something that is going wrong only because of them in the first place), I'd put my phone away instead of carrying on talking to him, which is what we usually do for far too long. When I put my phone in my bag, it lives in a side pocket or I can't find it when people phone me. When I do this in public, I always hold one of my arms over the pocket so it doesn't get nicked. However, whoever did it was clever enough to shove my arm out of the way so that it seemed as if I was just getting pushed about by the crowd of twenty or so people getting onto the same bus as me.
That was the last straw, hence this very long rant. I have lost all the phone numbers I've acquired in the last 8 months (quite a few). I have lost all the text messages in there, which includes (OK you can laugh, but it means a lot to me) the entire text message history of my relationship. My boyfriend, incidentally, sends the world's sweetest texts and his phone isn't working at the moment as he hasn't paid his bill
I have also lost about 200 photos, apart from a few that I emailed to myself, including some incredibly lovely ones that made me very happy if I was lying in bed unable to get to sleep.
My mobile insurance policy says I need a police crime reference number before I can report the phone as stolen. I know this because I looked it up as soon as I got home. So I phoned the local coppers (for the second time in three days of course) but they wouldn't give me a number until they'd passed on my details to some other agency who, they said, would then call me back. I asked when. "Some time in the next 24 hours," I was told. Now this is useless. I do not intend to spend most of the next 24 hours at home. She asked if I had another number, then. I attempted to stay calm as I patiently reminded her that the reason I was calling was because my mobile had been stolen. I then had to give her my work number. I only hope I remembered it correctly. I then phoned my insurance people to update them on the situation, but I was told they could only take calls from 9-5:30, Monday to Friday. It was 5:40.
So I can't get through until Monday, and will have to call after work as I won't be able during the day, and will probably be home a lot later than usual as a result (can't phone while cycling, remember). By the way, I still haven't got anything done at home and have averaged about 4.5 hours' sleep per night this week. I phoned my mobile phone company itself to let them know what had happened. They want to speak to me on Monday too. Gah! It's my birthday next week and now I have no phone with which to invite people to my party. Luckily I've already invited the most important ones 
I then remembered that I never got rid of my old phone, which was just about still working though erratically. So I am now using that, but as it's a pay as you go and I am totally skint, I can only take incoming calls and texts, which is useless as nobody knows I'm using that phone. I'll email people, but most of my friends won't check their emails tonight. Useless, I tell thee. And my old phone doesn't have a "delete all" function on text messages which means I'll have to delete them one at a time to fit in new texts. So? Well, you have to open them to delete them, they're nearly all from my ex, and I really do not want to see them again. No offence if he's reading this: it's nothing personal, I just don't want to be reminded. Maybe I'll employ someone else to do it
Just to brighten things up, the nice food I have in the oven is taking half an hour longer than it's supposed to and I am STARVING.
But I have just had the worst week I've had since last summer, and nothing in the world could be worse than that. Trust me.
This is the forum for rants, so rant I shall.
On Monday, I returned to work after a week "off" (which was actually a week of doing uni work and housework, except for two lovely days). The first thing that happened was that I was late. I am almost never late for work, and when I am it throws me off kilter for the rest of the day. It stresses me. And I was only late because my train was late. And I was only on the train in the first place because I had to see someone off at the station in the morning. Anyway, the second thing that happened was that the mother of one of my clients phoned at about 9:30am for the sole purpose of projecting huuuuuge amounts of anger, frustration and guilt onto me with the result that I spent the rest of the day feeling like s**t. After that, everything went wrong. I had the classic bad day, basically.
Tuesday was better. The worst that happened was that I ended up in pain because of spending my usual two hours cycling but after 10 days without doing any. Oh, and a client appointment running over by an hour when I had other things to do so I got out late. And when I got home I was utterly exhausted after not having slept at all well the previous night, so didn't do any of the things I have to do this week (like somehow figuring out a way of paying my tuition fees/write a begging letter to uni for another few weeks' grace).
Wednesday? Do not ask me about Wednesday. Actually, I'll tell you anyway. On Wednesday, after I'd cycled about 20 miles in total (out of the 28 I have to do every damn Wednesday), I got a text message from the friend who was going to give me a lift to Dorchester tomorrow, saying he couldn't any more because he'd decided to stay at home and commit suicide instead. I tried talking him out of it via text (it's always worked before and he never answers the phone, EVER). Didn't work. He made clear his intention never to see anyone again and said to leave him alone as he was turning off his phone. In desperation, I called our only mutual friend. Neither of us knew his exact address, only road name and vaguely where the house is. I knew he'd been suffering from terrible back pain, had been taking far above the recommended dose of painkillers for a couple of weeks, and that he'd once taken a deliberate overdose as a suicide attempt. I also knew that because of the backache, he had a house full of painkillers. I tried ringing his phone, but nothing. So what could I do? I called the police. They went round, he sent me a text saying that because I did that he never wanted anything to do with me again and I was no friend of his and that I should f*** off. Because of this, I had to walk from Clapham to Mitcham (I can't phone and cycle) - about 5 or 6 miles - and was physically and mentally exhausted by the time I got home. Still couldn't get anything done. Could only summon up the strength and ingredients to cook a really horrible meal, which put me in an even worse mood.
Thursday looked like an improvement, although I started it pissed off because of Wednesday. I got practically no work done as a result, and afterwards I had to go food shopping- yuk. This made me tired and cross as it cost a lot more than I was expecting. I must admit that this was partly because I'd been having such a bad week that I wanted to cook a really special meal tonight (Friday) as my boyfriend was coming over and we've both had the week from hell. I was really looking forward to seeing him as he's really good at cheering me up, and we've only seen each other once a week for about the last month because work has been so hectic for him. When I got home with my shopping, he phoned me to tell me that he couldn't come after all. Basically, it's unavoidable work stuff, he's never had to do it before but although he said he'd still come if I really needed him to, I had to turn him down because this is potentially a VERY important step in his career and only the second time he's had this sort of opportunity (and he had to turn down the first). I was rather disappointed, mostly because I wanted to see him of course, and partly because all the bloody expensive food I've bought will be off by the time he's able to come round. I can hardly eat it ALL in one night, and I won't be at home for the rest of the weekend due to being a social whizz, or something. And now my boyfriend feels really guilty, which does not make me feel any better at all (bless his cotton ones). I then desperately tried asking every Sutton fan I know about who might be able to give me a lift. This is one of the most important games in the club's history, I haven't missed a home or away game in 4 years and I do not have enough money for coach or train travel. In fact, I am in severe financial poo. But nobody gave me a constructive answer- just incredibly insensitive and irritating ones.
Today, I started the day with a visit to the client I mentioned earlier who has difficult parents. Apparently, it had been a REALLY difficult week for them. I got ranted at, as usual. Grrr. The visit went on half an hour longer than it should have done, because Mum wouldn't let me out of the house until I'd heard and appropriately responded to every one of her grievances. So back to the office, then to a training course, then out. Phew. After a week like that, a Monday to Friday worker like me can't help but feel utterly relieved at leaving the building on a Friday afternoon. I phoned mister boyfriend to pass on information that I'd received on my training course about safe computer workstations, as I'd described his work set-up to the trainer and he said to tell him he'd be crippled by the age of 35 unless he did some serious sorting of chairs and desks etc. This information was gratefully received. When I got to the bus stop, he said he had to go because he had an urgent phonecall from a BASTARD software company on the other phone and had to pick it up. He did so, while I stood at the bus stop cursing the fact that I couldn't cycle because of the early morning visit I'd had to make. I'd left half an hour earlier than usual, and had to wait half an hour for the bus so might as well have left at 5pm as I usually do. Anyway, the bus came, hurrah. I was jostled very badly as I got on, which always makes me feel stressed, but then I found a seat. The week was over, I could relax. Hurrah.
BUT
I then discovered that
SOME BASTARD HAD PICKED MY POCKET AND STOLEN MY MOBILE PHONE.
Because of the bastard software company that had phoned Leo while he was talking to me (they are bastards; they're charging him a pound a minute to give him tech support for something that is going wrong only because of them in the first place), I'd put my phone away instead of carrying on talking to him, which is what we usually do for far too long. When I put my phone in my bag, it lives in a side pocket or I can't find it when people phone me. When I do this in public, I always hold one of my arms over the pocket so it doesn't get nicked. However, whoever did it was clever enough to shove my arm out of the way so that it seemed as if I was just getting pushed about by the crowd of twenty or so people getting onto the same bus as me.
That was the last straw, hence this very long rant. I have lost all the phone numbers I've acquired in the last 8 months (quite a few). I have lost all the text messages in there, which includes (OK you can laugh, but it means a lot to me) the entire text message history of my relationship. My boyfriend, incidentally, sends the world's sweetest texts and his phone isn't working at the moment as he hasn't paid his bill
I have also lost about 200 photos, apart from a few that I emailed to myself, including some incredibly lovely ones that made me very happy if I was lying in bed unable to get to sleep.My mobile insurance policy says I need a police crime reference number before I can report the phone as stolen. I know this because I looked it up as soon as I got home. So I phoned the local coppers (for the second time in three days of course) but they wouldn't give me a number until they'd passed on my details to some other agency who, they said, would then call me back. I asked when. "Some time in the next 24 hours," I was told. Now this is useless. I do not intend to spend most of the next 24 hours at home. She asked if I had another number, then. I attempted to stay calm as I patiently reminded her that the reason I was calling was because my mobile had been stolen. I then had to give her my work number. I only hope I remembered it correctly. I then phoned my insurance people to update them on the situation, but I was told they could only take calls from 9-5:30, Monday to Friday. It was 5:40.
So I can't get through until Monday, and will have to call after work as I won't be able during the day, and will probably be home a lot later than usual as a result (can't phone while cycling, remember). By the way, I still haven't got anything done at home and have averaged about 4.5 hours' sleep per night this week. I phoned my mobile phone company itself to let them know what had happened. They want to speak to me on Monday too. Gah! It's my birthday next week and now I have no phone with which to invite people to my party. Luckily I've already invited the most important ones 
I then remembered that I never got rid of my old phone, which was just about still working though erratically. So I am now using that, but as it's a pay as you go and I am totally skint, I can only take incoming calls and texts, which is useless as nobody knows I'm using that phone. I'll email people, but most of my friends won't check their emails tonight. Useless, I tell thee. And my old phone doesn't have a "delete all" function on text messages which means I'll have to delete them one at a time to fit in new texts. So? Well, you have to open them to delete them, they're nearly all from my ex, and I really do not want to see them again. No offence if he's reading this: it's nothing personal, I just don't want to be reminded. Maybe I'll employ someone else to do it
Just to brighten things up, the nice food I have in the oven is taking half an hour longer than it's supposed to and I am STARVING.
