Avoid Whitcoulls Like The Plague

I went for a run this morning - down to the Mount and back. The legs were a little stiff and had been since the last attempt, but once I'd stretched out a bit and eased into it it wasn't too bad. Alas the annoying cough/cold I've been suffering from for the last three weeks got the better of me and I unfortunately left some morning tea at the side of the road. This prompted an innocent bystander to remark "no pain no gain". Quite, although there wasn't actually much pain. By the time I'd got home the tubes were pretty much clear. In order to ward off the stiffness, I ran a cold bath and shivered for about half an hour or so and generally irritated all the girls by being in the wrong bathroom. Not being completely well hard, I eventually got out and had a shower.

Di took Vicky down to Bayfair for some Christmas shopping. This was supposed to take a couple of hours. Hahahahahahaha!. Four hours later I rang to find out where they were, only to discover they'd just got out of the coffee shop!.

The major issue of today was the non-arrival of Rhiannon's remaining 19 books we ordered from Whitcoull's web site. I rang the head office number, and was connected to an extension, which just rang out until it cut off. I rang again, and the woman, sighing like it was all too much, put me through again. Again no response and I got cut off. I logged in to the web site and was just about to send a snotty email, when I noticed the customer services phone number at the bottom of the form. Stupid place to put it, IMHO. Wishing to vent my spleen, I called the number. I refused the numerous attempts of the automated call handling system to leave a message as there was a "high call volume", and instead chose to wait for a real live human being, or whatever they had that might resemble one. However I was thwarted yet again as they gaily announced at 4:30 that they were now closed for the day and that I should leave a message. I did. I am not holding my breath for a reply. I sent the snotty email anyway.

I also applied for a job which requested a decent cover letter. I think I composed one that was up to the task and demonstrated that I could at least turn out a few coherent sentences, something that seems increasingly rare these days.