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.