Today's News in Brief
Life ticks on.
I still feel vaguely sick all the time, we still have no cash, and no matter how much we make we still seem to be permanently £150 short of what we need this month (I blame the charges...)
He is all fired up about a new pro-active approach, where we complain about the poor customer service we keep getting, petition Natwest for being crap, ring up companies and try and negotiate paying later... blah de blah. I haven't the heart to tell Him that banks etc don't give a fuck about customer service, or their customers. Gotta love Him for trying though...
So tonight I will be spending several hours phoning people who don't like us and trying to make them see that we are good people who deserve to be treated with courtesy and respect. Don't much fancy my chances...
In other news: I am craving a change of scene; My hair is going through a fabulous phase; I'm only reading chicklit because the worrying has fried my brain; My concentration span is even lower than usual; I haven't eat so much pasta pesto since I was a student; I'm obsessed with the flights I could get on Ryanair to escape; I hate happy people; I've physically run out of tears and when I cry only dry sobs come out; This blog is becoming the most depressing reading since the Atkins Diet.
I still feel vaguely sick all the time, we still have no cash, and no matter how much we make we still seem to be permanently £150 short of what we need this month (I blame the charges...)
He is all fired up about a new pro-active approach, where we complain about the poor customer service we keep getting, petition Natwest for being crap, ring up companies and try and negotiate paying later... blah de blah. I haven't the heart to tell Him that banks etc don't give a fuck about customer service, or their customers. Gotta love Him for trying though...
So tonight I will be spending several hours phoning people who don't like us and trying to make them see that we are good people who deserve to be treated with courtesy and respect. Don't much fancy my chances...
In other news: I am craving a change of scene; My hair is going through a fabulous phase; I'm only reading chicklit because the worrying has fried my brain; My concentration span is even lower than usual; I haven't eat so much pasta pesto since I was a student; I'm obsessed with the flights I could get on Ryanair to escape; I hate happy people; I've physically run out of tears and when I cry only dry sobs come out; This blog is becoming the most depressing reading since the Atkins Diet.
posted by Mookmoo at 4:31 pm
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