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Posts archive for: February, 2007
  • Where's Mr Motivator?

    Rainy day today. Sometimes I love the rain, other days I find it miserable. Yesterday I inadvertently commented 'cometh the sunshine'. Maybe a little premature. Unfortunately the weather does effect me lately. God - a bloke with mood swings.

    Again, I'm all alone in our little postage-stamp-sized Cambridge Office. The phone never rings, hardly no emails. In some ways this is a blessing in disguise, in other respects it's depressing. I'm struggling lately to feel motivated in my job and at home. Wish I could snap out of it. I'm feeling 'empty' inside lately - just wandering around like a zombie.

    I have two days to finish a deadline. It should be okay though. Just got to get my bum in the right gear!!

    I have plenty of work on though over the next few weeks and then we are going to visit some of my wife's family in Lincolnshire at the end of March. That should lift my spirits up.

    Right, best crack on with some work - or it'll never be done! Not that I care that much at the moment!

    Mr Motivator, where are you?!

  • In good song

    Another day, another week, soon to be a new month.

    I got off the bus this morning at Cambridge, walked through the park (Christ's Pieces) to work - the sun was shining and the birds in good song. It made me feel very content with what I have. Despite my ailing ability to get the wife pregnant and working for a company which is about to be sold, I am quite upbeat about things.

    Maybe it's because the dreary months (Oct - Feb) are nearly over and Spring/Summer are on their way. My emotions seem to be reflected by the changing seasons - through the blackest months cometh sunshine.

    There is hope.

  • Below-Standards...

    Well, this week has flown by. What a strange week it has been!!

    I had a letter last Saturday from Addenbrookes - stating my little specimen was at a suboptimal level and showed signs of an infection!

    Infection? Well what kind of bloody infection? Certainly not a STD as I've only ever slept with the wife. Unless looking at young ladies with big boobs infects the male reproductive system? - I very much doubt it.

    So, I had to book an urgent doctor's appointment to get some antibiotics to clear it up. In the world according to Murphy's Law I had to get the most up-herself, unsympathetic, pompous, egotistic, cold, uncaring, rude female GP. All the other GPs came out to the waiting-room to collect their patients. She didn't - chosing to go the ultimate 'family doctor' personal touch and use the intercom system to announce she was now ready to see her next patient.

    Time is now of the essence as I have to take the antibiotics for two weeks and then wait a further six weeks until I have to do my 'manly' duties. Let's all hope for a good result. How hard is it to ejaculate an optimal amount of love-juice into a small pot?

    Maybe it's me with the health problems as so far all the wife's tests (3 or 4 separate events) have all shown positive signs. All I had to do was squirt into a pot - and it came back as 'not enough' and 'infected'. Talk about how to really deflate a man....

    Still, I have my health..... ;)

    ...... but slowly losing all of my self-esteem.

  • Today is Thursday, Isn't it?

    I am right, aren't I? TODAY is THURSDAY? Until 2pm, I thought we were on Thursday. My frosty-but-warm boss said goodbye and wished me a lovely weeked as she departed - I was thinking 'what about tomorrow? Tomorrow is Friday! You only part-time now?'

    Then I checked my work emails and looked at the date - thus realising today is in fact Friday! Jeez, I need shooting - any offers?

    I've spent today going through a powerpoint presentation story-board with my frosty-but-warm boss and her young-and-inexperienced-but-now-in-charge boss, who is my director. Can't seem to get motivated! It's been a crap week, I've been feeling really low, thinking about sky-high dodgy-looking BT Broadband bills (250 calls in a month? I think NOT!), replacement coffee table held by an incompetent delivery company 250 miles away and most importantly why a bottle of chilled pink champagne & two tubs of strawberries still remains unopened in my large, big-bertha fridge.

    Right, let's include a random line in order for Google to advertise something irrelevant on my blog....

    A large endangered bengal tiger sits proudly on an off-shore oil rig reading his NBA basketball year-book.

    That's all folks!
    Have good weekends - I will! Hic!!.

    Moley

  • "What it says on the tin..."

    There's a phrase, whether it was from the 'Ronseal' TV commercial campaign during the 90s, I do not know, I'm sure someone will duly correct me!!.... it simply said at the end of the advert, "it does exactly what its says on the tin". No frills, no gimicks, our products stains wood. I like that - what you see is what you get.

    Now, that brings me onto one of my pet-hates, love them or loathe them - customer call centres. CUSTOMER SERVICES - It does exactly what it says on the tin? Right? It provides a service to its customers and their needs/concerns. I could be very much mistaken though.

    To set the scene, I'll back-track for context, so bear with me.

    When relocating from Slough to Haverhill, we fell in love with the last property we saw on a long day of 20-viewings (that's probably one every half hour between 9am-6pm - not recommended from first-hand experience). We discovered the property had been on the market less than a week so we were one of the first to view. We promptly put an offer in and it was accepted.

    One of the best features about our 1960's-built terraced house is an out-shed/alleyway that runs parallel to the property - hence providing access to the back-garden. These out-sheds have exterior doors either side. It is interesting to note that this differs from property to property. Some owners keep the out-shed as a store for bicycles etc. Others have bricked up the doorways to provide a separate room (such as a utility room). Ours has the exterior doors remaining but the partion wall has been knocked through, providing an extra-large lounge space. This is one of the reasons we love the property.

    So, we sat down with the layouts/measurements and decided that a sideboard and dining table/chairs would fit perfectly in the room with still plenty of space for a large TV and a couple of two-seater sofas. We went window-shopping to all the furniture retailers - the Ikeas, Argos, Harveys, MFIs, Furniture Villages etc etc. We tried out loads of tables and chairs and plumped for an oak-veneered table with leather high-backed chairs, accompanied by matching side-board and coffee table from Harveys. We placed the order, subject to successfully completing the house move. So, this was all set-up and we received our furniture on 25th September. The delivery driver did notice a scratch/chip on the coffee table so took photos on his digital camera and wrote a comment on his delivery note stating the problem and recommendation for replacement. I then received a phone call from the delivery company in November saying the new replacement coffee table had arrived from the manufacturer. Delivery was scheduled on 20th December.

    I managed to arrange to have the day-off to receive the new delivery. So, I waited.... and waited... and waited. I kept myself busy by doing housework when my mobile phone rang.... it was my boss..... I then got a call from the wife..... then continued to wash up. Whilst doing so I had another call but assumed it was either my boss or the wife again so let it ring. It was only then when listening to the voicemail that it was the delivery driver calling to say the replacement coffee table had been damaged during transit so no point him coming and he'd take it back to the depot. I was quite furious but these things happen.

    I then had another call mid-January with a new delivery slot - Mon 12th Feb. I was told that the delivery could arrive any time between 12noon and 8pm.

    Fine, I'll work from home. So again I waited.... and waited.... and waited. The wife was getting quite fidgety about 7pm - I calmed her down reassuring her the delivery could take up to 8pm. We'd been at our parents for the weekend and hadn't got the chance to go shopping - so by now the wife was hungry and tired. So at 7.55pm the mobile rings - the delivery driver! Oh good. "I'm afraid we're gonna have to leave your delivery off as by law we can only do 10hours driving a day and the depot have given us too many drop-offs". I went mental. I phoned his office and went mad. I explained that it was now the third time we had failed to receive a quality product - some good six months since we placed the original order. The supervisor spoke to the driver and called back - apparently it was the driver's/warehouse's fault for departing the depot late. So, as usual one person blames the other. I told the supervisor that I didn't care who's fault it was and I was increasingly getting fed-up of using paid-holiday (she is not to know that I can work from home) - and I would prefer a delivery slot after 5.30pm. She said she couldn't guarantee this but would speak to the distribution manager and call me back the next evening to confirm - which was meant to be last night. She sounded really f*cked off with me at the time - so no great surprises that I got no phone call.

    I will take all the paperwork and visit my nearest Harveys store at lunchtime. Quite tempted to persuade perusing potential customers not to buy from a shoddy outfit as their delivery times are truly awful.

    Still, it's Valentine's today so I bought a bottle of pink champagne and two packs of strawberries last night. I also bought the wife a sentimental card and bought her a little white porcelain mug that says 'I love you'. Silly, I know! I will buy her some roses later on.

  • Cosy

    Today is the first time in my life that I have had the pleasure of working from home. It's rather nice - warm, quiet, no phones (other than me mobile that very few work colleagues know).

    Although I only work 20 miles away in Cambridge, I didn't fancy the bus-ride or being stranded later on. Also our tiny postage-stamp-sized office in Cambridge isn't very well insulated so it's bloody freezing. Best off here at home.

    It's still snowing here but has eased off slightly in the last hour or so.

    I kindly put some fruit and bread out for our feathered friends as well as topping up the feeders with wild seed and peanuts. We often get the same regular visitors to the garden - a male and female blackbird, a pair of blue tits and a handful of house sparrows among others.

    I'm feeling very cosy in my house - could get quite used to this lifestyle. Maybe my boss does have the right idea about starting out on our own.

    Right, best crack on as the wife is due home for lunch soon.

    I trust the weather isn't causing people too many probs.

    Moley

  • Musical Chairs

    I was told yesterday that the Finance Director of our company has been put in charge of looking at overheads - in order to make us look more attractive to potential buyers over the next few months.

    Apparently, according to this Finance Director, our Cambridge office is the most expensive - despite us renting the size of a postage stamp, accommodating only 3 people. Commercial space in Cambridge is sky-high.

    So, my frosty-but-warm boss has said uncertain times follow in the next month or so. The closure of the office will mean a 50-mile daily hike to Ipswich - not the most attractive looking place I've ever been.

    I suppose I could leave - but that means paying back the six grand for my relocation costs - which will put me in real financial debt.

    So, I guess a job is a job until we find a prospective buyer - which is dragging on very slowly. The leadership team at our Stratford office have been put in charge of producing an info pack for the buyers. They have a reputation for poncing about though. Instead of having a one-to-one meeting which gets to the answer in 30mins, they decide to have teleconference call with about 10 people that lasts 4 hours. Pointless and irrelevant. God help us. Where do we find these idiots?

    Sorry peeps, just fed up with the structuring of this company. I joined in Jan 05 and within 3 months was told redundacies were on the cards. Then by May 05 we merged our northern and southern operations together to save money. This meant no longer working with the two guys who interviewed & hired me but some young 'management' guy from our Manchester office who I'd only see once a week. In the summer of 05 I switched to work for another division, covering two regions - which then restructured in Jan 06. I had a choice. Stay in Slough with the Southern business or move to the Eastern Business. I chose the Eastern option as it was agreed to rent space in Cambridge. In Sept 06 our Slough office closed with staff either moving to London or Stratford-upon-Avon. Now it's spring 06 and I may be moving offices again to Ipswich. I wish they would make their bloody minds up. It's like musical chairs!

    You wait, we will be bought by another company and restructured - only to find our Ipswich office is moving someplace else.

    All-in-all I love my job and the industry that I am in - just a shame of its pitfalls and constant re-jigging. But I guess most companies are like that these days. I blame the economy we live in. We live in a world of risk and enticement.

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