And so it goes...
Jun. 8th, 2008 12:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
f4f3A strange sort of week, which more or less blinked past. Work was extremely busy on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, while I was facilitating, and absurdly busy on Monday and Friday when I was trying to cram five days normal work into them.
My car was in for a service on Friday, and I cycled to the other side of Glasgow to pick it up on Saturday, which was fun - the route involved cycleways along the Kelvin AND the Clyde, and a journey that takes 20 minutes or so by car only took 40 by bike.
I've been royally messed about by corporate Britain this week - bad customer service led to my phone, broadband and cash card being cancelled in the one week. The Nationwide were just stupid - they say they sent me a new card three months ago, and so they automatically cancelled the old one. The one I use every day. As opposed to the one they sent out, which has never been used.
BT, on the other hand, were stupid to a degree where it's indistinguishable from evil. First they cut off the phone line, then they told me I'd asked for it to be cut off, and then I had to run a gauntlet of talking to at least 20 people in five different departments, over at least six hours of calls, before being told that I'd need to take Monday morning off work while they reconnect me. It was a fascinating experience, and has made me all the more admiring of Kafka.
The result of all that dispiriting quest for getting my broadband back was that we didn't get to the cottage until about seven last night. Just in time to head over to Crinan, and a meal that restored my faith in humanity, and my mental equilibrium. The main restaurant at the Crinan Hotel was full, but we got a table in the bar, and had a fantastic meal, with lovely wine, and the perfect view outside. Driving back, in full daylight at 10 p.m. I remembered again why I'm drawn to this place.
Not that it's without deception and sleight of hand, of course. On the way up, I was surprised to see "The Vital Spark" moored at Inverary pier, since I last spotted it in the Ardrishaig Basin, and it didn't look in good enough shape to sail anywhere. Turns out I was right - that puffer is still there, only renamed "The Maggie" - I have no idea where the extra puffer came from, but it's definitely the wrong fictitious puffer.
Must go, as Unblinkered just disappeared out of the front door, with a bucket and a dog. Terrible things may be happening.
My car was in for a service on Friday, and I cycled to the other side of Glasgow to pick it up on Saturday, which was fun - the route involved cycleways along the Kelvin AND the Clyde, and a journey that takes 20 minutes or so by car only took 40 by bike.
I've been royally messed about by corporate Britain this week - bad customer service led to my phone, broadband and cash card being cancelled in the one week. The Nationwide were just stupid - they say they sent me a new card three months ago, and so they automatically cancelled the old one. The one I use every day. As opposed to the one they sent out, which has never been used.
BT, on the other hand, were stupid to a degree where it's indistinguishable from evil. First they cut off the phone line, then they told me I'd asked for it to be cut off, and then I had to run a gauntlet of talking to at least 20 people in five different departments, over at least six hours of calls, before being told that I'd need to take Monday morning off work while they reconnect me. It was a fascinating experience, and has made me all the more admiring of Kafka.
The result of all that dispiriting quest for getting my broadband back was that we didn't get to the cottage until about seven last night. Just in time to head over to Crinan, and a meal that restored my faith in humanity, and my mental equilibrium. The main restaurant at the Crinan Hotel was full, but we got a table in the bar, and had a fantastic meal, with lovely wine, and the perfect view outside. Driving back, in full daylight at 10 p.m. I remembered again why I'm drawn to this place.
Not that it's without deception and sleight of hand, of course. On the way up, I was surprised to see "The Vital Spark" moored at Inverary pier, since I last spotted it in the Ardrishaig Basin, and it didn't look in good enough shape to sail anywhere. Turns out I was right - that puffer is still there, only renamed "The Maggie" - I have no idea where the extra puffer came from, but it's definitely the wrong fictitious puffer.
Must go, as Unblinkered just disappeared out of the front door, with a bucket and a dog. Terrible things may be happening.
