At what point would you have given up and gone back to bed
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This morning before getting to work I had an argument in the Royal Mail sorting office who couldn't find the parcel they had failed to deliver yesterday. A big shouty, sweary row with a man in a car park (he started it and I was in the right, honest). Followed a hearse for about 3 miles out of Lichfield. Followed another for a mile into Walsall. (At this point I should explain that although I work in Walsall this is a regular nightmare and so should not count towards the bad morning) And then queued for ten minutes to get through roadworks because some prat has decided to move a roundabout 20 yards to the side.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
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This morning before getting to work I had an argument in the Royal Mail sorting office who couldn't find the parcel they had failed to deliver yesterday. A big shouty, sweary row with a man in a car park (he started it and I was in the right, honest). Followed a hearse for about 3 miles out of Lichfield. Followed another for a mile into Walsall. (At this point I should explain that although I work in Walsall this is a regular nightmare and so should not count towards the bad morning) And then queued for ten minutes to get through roadworks because some prat has decided to move a roundabout 20 yards to the side.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
How about here...
ChrisElston wrote:
This morning before getting to work
:-)
Rhys "With no power comes no responsibility"
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How about here...
ChrisElston wrote:
This morning before getting to work
:-)
Rhys "With no power comes no responsibility"
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This morning before getting to work I had an argument in the Royal Mail sorting office who couldn't find the parcel they had failed to deliver yesterday. A big shouty, sweary row with a man in a car park (he started it and I was in the right, honest). Followed a hearse for about 3 miles out of Lichfield. Followed another for a mile into Walsall. (At this point I should explain that although I work in Walsall this is a regular nightmare and so should not count towards the bad morning) And then queued for ten minutes to get through roadworks because some prat has decided to move a roundabout 20 yards to the side.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
ChrisElston wrote:
I had an argument in the Royal Mail sorting office who couldn't find the parcel they had failed to deliver yesterday.
I hear ya on the Royal Mail bastards. I've lost count of the amount of times I've complained to them about registered post either being left on the doorstep, or even in the recycling bin because I am not at home. And the worst thing is that I don't have a choice as to who delivers my post - they know that also, which is why they couldn't give a toss. Ohh I hates them. As far as your day goes, feign man flu, go home and play on the xbox. :thumbsup:
"Benjamin is nobody's friend. If Benjamin were an ice cream flavor, he'd be pralines and dick." ~ Garth Algar "If you think it's expensive to hire a professional to do the job, wait until you hire an amateur." ~ Paul Neal "Red" Adair
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This morning before getting to work I had an argument in the Royal Mail sorting office who couldn't find the parcel they had failed to deliver yesterday. A big shouty, sweary row with a man in a car park (he started it and I was in the right, honest). Followed a hearse for about 3 miles out of Lichfield. Followed another for a mile into Walsall. (At this point I should explain that although I work in Walsall this is a regular nightmare and so should not count towards the bad morning) And then queued for ten minutes to get through roadworks because some prat has decided to move a roundabout 20 yards to the side.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
but surely from my own experiences of driving through Walsall and erdington. Roadworks are part of the normal for the road infrastructure
As barmey as a sack of badgers Dude, if I knew what I was doing in life, I'd be rich, retired, dating a supermodel and laughing at the rest of you from the sidelines.
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ChrisElston wrote:
I had an argument in the Royal Mail sorting office who couldn't find the parcel they had failed to deliver yesterday.
I hear ya on the Royal Mail bastards. I've lost count of the amount of times I've complained to them about registered post either being left on the doorstep, or even in the recycling bin because I am not at home. And the worst thing is that I don't have a choice as to who delivers my post - they know that also, which is why they couldn't give a toss. Ohh I hates them. As far as your day goes, feign man flu, go home and play on the xbox. :thumbsup:
"Benjamin is nobody's friend. If Benjamin were an ice cream flavor, he'd be pralines and dick." ~ Garth Algar "If you think it's expensive to hire a professional to do the job, wait until you hire an amateur." ~ Paul Neal "Red" Adair
Today's experience was sadly typical. They had at least this time failed to deliver whilst we were not in and then taken it back. As you say it is normal to lob stuff over the fence or sneak off without trying to deliver, I once heard the letterbox go whilst upstairs, looked out of the window and saw the postman running off around the corner, he had out a failed to deliver note through the door without even knocking. Today however, I handed over the ticket, the person (?) behind the counter then spent the next ten minutes searching the same three shelves, taking each parcel off, reading the address, reading my ticket, reading the address again, over and over and over again. The !$£*ing address isn't going to change you moron. Then of course they found it, the other side of the office. Last time I had to go there the bloke just kept trying to give me other people's parcels when he couldn't find mine. Wrong name, wrong street, wrong village. Was very tempted to just take something cos I knew what I was trying to collect wasn't much.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
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Today's experience was sadly typical. They had at least this time failed to deliver whilst we were not in and then taken it back. As you say it is normal to lob stuff over the fence or sneak off without trying to deliver, I once heard the letterbox go whilst upstairs, looked out of the window and saw the postman running off around the corner, he had out a failed to deliver note through the door without even knocking. Today however, I handed over the ticket, the person (?) behind the counter then spent the next ten minutes searching the same three shelves, taking each parcel off, reading the address, reading my ticket, reading the address again, over and over and over again. The !$£*ing address isn't going to change you moron. Then of course they found it, the other side of the office. Last time I had to go there the bloke just kept trying to give me other people's parcels when he couldn't find mine. Wrong name, wrong street, wrong village. Was very tempted to just take something cos I knew what I was trying to collect wasn't much.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
Yeah I've heard of them trying the old put the 'you weren't in' card and then running away trick. An ex-colleague of mine opened the door as the postman was putting the note through the letter box! I would like to end on a happy note...but I can't think of one. Hope your day gets better. :-D
"Benjamin is nobody's friend. If Benjamin were an ice cream flavor, he'd be pralines and dick." ~ Garth Algar "If you think it's expensive to hire a professional to do the job, wait until you hire an amateur." ~ Paul Neal "Red" Adair
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Today's experience was sadly typical. They had at least this time failed to deliver whilst we were not in and then taken it back. As you say it is normal to lob stuff over the fence or sneak off without trying to deliver, I once heard the letterbox go whilst upstairs, looked out of the window and saw the postman running off around the corner, he had out a failed to deliver note through the door without even knocking. Today however, I handed over the ticket, the person (?) behind the counter then spent the next ten minutes searching the same three shelves, taking each parcel off, reading the address, reading my ticket, reading the address again, over and over and over again. The !$£*ing address isn't going to change you moron. Then of course they found it, the other side of the office. Last time I had to go there the bloke just kept trying to give me other people's parcels when he couldn't find mine. Wrong name, wrong street, wrong village. Was very tempted to just take something cos I knew what I was trying to collect wasn't much.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
My (least) favourite is when I have to go and pay for a parcel that didn't get delivered before I know who it is from! Several times people have sent me unsolicited junk that I have to pay to find out I don't want it and throw it away immediately. :(
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Yeah I've heard of them trying the old put the 'you weren't in' card and then running away trick. An ex-colleague of mine opened the door as the postman was putting the note through the letter box! I would like to end on a happy note...but I can't think of one. Hope your day gets better. :-D
"Benjamin is nobody's friend. If Benjamin were an ice cream flavor, he'd be pralines and dick." ~ Garth Algar "If you think it's expensive to hire a professional to do the job, wait until you hire an amateur." ~ Paul Neal "Red" Adair
My brother-in-law (who is an absolute C**K, not because he's married to my sister, just because he is...) is a postie and is regularly regaling us with the hilarious japes that he gets up to, such as using the mail to playing tug-o-war with the dog on the other side of door. This must be a favourite trick as I've caught our postie doing this, however he tends to run away when I open the door and our big White German Shepherd is pokes his head out…
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This morning before getting to work I had an argument in the Royal Mail sorting office who couldn't find the parcel they had failed to deliver yesterday. A big shouty, sweary row with a man in a car park (he started it and I was in the right, honest). Followed a hearse for about 3 miles out of Lichfield. Followed another for a mile into Walsall. (At this point I should explain that although I work in Walsall this is a regular nightmare and so should not count towards the bad morning) And then queued for ten minutes to get through roadworks because some prat has decided to move a roundabout 20 yards to the side.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
ChrisElston wrote:
And then queued for ten minutes to get through roadworks
You really need to visit Toronto someday. In Toronto there are two seasons: Winter and Construction. The City's passtime is hold large festivals, rallies and marathons, at the same time if possible, then shutting down the major arterial highways at the same time for constructions. 10 minutes. We used to dream about 10 minute waits.
cheers, Chris Maunder The Code Project | Co-founder Microsoft C++ MVP