Work was work. It was neither good nor bad, though at one point it did grow a little frustrating. One customer is telling us we have charged him too much postage and packing, despite us already reducing it a lot because he has bought in bulk. I think he forgets that eBay charges us commission on the P&P too, and there is a cost to putting a parcel together.
Another want a tracking number, despite the fact he didn’t pay for a tracked postal service.
And yet another is hanging on and making excuses for not paying.
I can see some of this heading towards “lost” parcels and refunds. It strikes me that the world is becoming a less honest place and fewer and fewer people are prepared to accept responsibility for their own mistakes.
After work I went to pick a prescription up. This, for once, didn’t involve much queueing – I was able to get into the shop immediately and once the two people in front had been served my prescription was dispensed quickly and accurately. All the staff were wearing masks too, which had not been the case last time.
We had a TESCO delivery, which went well, though they insist on using the large bags that I find difficult with my arthritis.
I had an email to tell me about my Lottery win (no, I didn’t win the £10,000 a month for 30 years that I dream of. I won £5. I will invest it in more tickets. At least it’s good luck rather than bad luck.
Looks like my luck could be changing.
Then I fell asleep again and missed my midnight deadline.
Time to make sandwiches now.