There were 21 parcels to pack this morning according to eBay, but in reality there were only 15 because six of the orders had come in on Saturday afternoon and we’d already packed them.
Fifteen is still enough.
When I arrived, via a blood test and McDonald’s, there was a telephone van outside the shop but he drove off as I unlocked. I went in, set everything going, and settled down to do the questions. There were five questions, one of which didn’t merit an answer. I wasn’t able to answer the other four so that was soon done.
Then I listed the items that needed packing, reached for the first one and started to pack. I pressed the button to find the address, and the internet died.
When the boss arrived ten minutes later I was busy switching off, restarting and prodding the reset button with a paperclip. And muttering.
He revealed that there was a telephone engineer outside again. On enquiring about our service, we were told he couldn’t possibly be to blame as he didn’t know which wire was ours.
Neither of us found this terribly convincing as any idiot with a tool box is capable of causing disruption, regardless of knowledge.
We struggled through the next hour using the boss’s phone and an unsecured BT account we found whilst searching.. It was slow and tedious.
Then, as if by magic, the internet returned. We looked out of the door and found that the telephone engineer had gone.
That’s a coincidence isn’t it?
Despite this we managed to get all the parcels packed and despatched. We also managed to serve a rush of customers, who started coming in as soon as the internet flickered back to life. It was almost as if they knew we had things to catch up on.
At least I didn’t have time to be bored.
In the afternoon I got rid of four bags of books, coughed a lot at the dust and got told off by Julia.
It’s been a difficult day.
The picture is a Great Tit in the Mencap Garden. There were several about with nesting material in their beaks when I was down on Friday. As usual, I couldn’t get a decent shot so this one, with no nesting material, will have to do. I’m going to try again tomorrow.
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Your post comments are always good for a laugh! Sorry you had a difficult day 🙂
I’m stuck in a run of difficult days, but with Spring coming it must improve soon!
I hope so. 🙂 🙂
Most engineers go through an initial training period where they are taught to deny responsibility!
He learned those lessons well.
Grrrr
🙂
It always strikes me how bad the internet is in the UK, or should I say coverage. It seems all your connections are reliant on a wire? Where as here in Poland we are all happily connecting via wireless connections. I remember the same was true in Spain as well when I had a spell living there. I wonder why the UK has a different approach?
I suspect it’s because we started with a better telephone system and relied on that instead of adopting better, more modern, technology.
Thats makes sense, such a shame. I imagine mobiles are the future though, have you considered using yours as a wireless access point to get around the problem as a temporary fix?
It’s back on now. In the meantime I’ll get back on the internet and try to educate myself – you lost me after “though”…
🙂
Phew! Quite a day.
Fortunately most days are better. 🙂
Good!
There is nothing like a telephone engineer to add to the fun of a busy day.
I’m thinking of gibbetting one to keep the others away.
Good scheme.
It might make them concentrate on the job a bit more.