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GROUCHY to say the least ]
Oh if this day turns out shit I will NOT be happy. I think I figured out why I never listen to anyone, why my attention span is ZERO. If I'm on the phone to someone and I see a shiny object I stop listening and ahve to go "huh, what?" and like two days later after someone's told me the date of something and they bring it up again I don't remember the date. Like the Jimmy Eat World gig, I know it's this month, that's it.
But yeah, it's my parents. Especially my mother. I never speak to these people, purposefully, and then when I do I get IGNORED. I actually stand and repeat myself three or four times to my mother before she bothers to notice me, or I just walk off muttering LOUDLY "no that's fine I didn't want to talk to you, I wasn't trying to get your attention for any reason at all..."
This letter came through the door yesterday saying ParcelForce had tried to deliver a parcel on the 10th and no-one answered the door. Now unless they came really early when dad was dropping mum at work, and I was asleep, then no-one came round, because we would've noticed. Bullshit from the start. So this letter says to call them or go on their site to sort out a redelivery, so I try calling [which was a big fucking deal for me because I hate the phone, I hate doing new things on the phone, I hate calling up places and not knowing what to say] and it rings and rings and rings and no-one answers. So when I get home I try the website and there's a drop box for you to "pick a redelivery date" yet when you click the drop box there's no OPTIONS, and you can't continue without putting in an option, so I'm screwed with the site.
I woke up like half an hour ago, and my dad had tried three times already to get through. Apparently it goes something like this:
"You are number 3 in the queue... Number 2... Number 1... You're at number 4 in the queue."
Because that makes complete sense and isn't bullshit. I hate ParcelForce, last time they tried to deliver something one day dad was too LAZY to answer the door, and by the time I got there the guy wasb ack in the van about to go. He didn't look back once to see if someone might have answered, and didn't leave a card or note that he'd tried or anything, and this wasn't the same as the one we're having trouble with now. Boy they all suck.
And the bit that pissed me off most was I explained three times yesterday to my dad why the website didn't work, and then when mum asked him downstairs where I could hear every word, he was all "I don't know, she said it wouldn't work, ask her" like I hadn't explained it to him. Jackass.
Yeah so he didn't get what I was on about probably. So why have me explain these things AT ALL?!
I haven't had enough sleep, waiting up til 3am for SOMEONE to get home and stop being social and drunk and MWAH-y ;) Iamsogrouchy.
Please, no-one fuck up my day anymore, it's already off to a rocky start.
Oh if this day turns out shit I will NOT be happy. I think I figured out why I never listen to anyone, why my attention span is ZERO. If I'm on the phone to someone and I see a shiny object I stop listening and ahve to go "huh, what?" and like two days later after someone's told me the date of something and they bring it up again I don't remember the date. Like the Jimmy Eat World gig, I know it's this month, that's it.
But yeah, it's my parents. Especially my mother. I never speak to these people, purposefully, and then when I do I get IGNORED. I actually stand and repeat myself three or four times to my mother before she bothers to notice me, or I just walk off muttering LOUDLY "no that's fine I didn't want to talk to you, I wasn't trying to get your attention for any reason at all..."
This letter came through the door yesterday saying ParcelForce had tried to deliver a parcel on the 10th and no-one answered the door. Now unless they came really early when dad was dropping mum at work, and I was asleep, then no-one came round, because we would've noticed. Bullshit from the start. So this letter says to call them or go on their site to sort out a redelivery, so I try calling [which was a big fucking deal for me because I hate the phone, I hate doing new things on the phone, I hate calling up places and not knowing what to say] and it rings and rings and rings and no-one answers. So when I get home I try the website and there's a drop box for you to "pick a redelivery date" yet when you click the drop box there's no OPTIONS, and you can't continue without putting in an option, so I'm screwed with the site.
I woke up like half an hour ago, and my dad had tried three times already to get through. Apparently it goes something like this:
"You are number 3 in the queue... Number 2... Number 1... You're at number 4 in the queue."
Because that makes complete sense and isn't bullshit. I hate ParcelForce, last time they tried to deliver something one day dad was too LAZY to answer the door, and by the time I got there the guy wasb ack in the van about to go. He didn't look back once to see if someone might have answered, and didn't leave a card or note that he'd tried or anything, and this wasn't the same as the one we're having trouble with now. Boy they all suck.
And the bit that pissed me off most was I explained three times yesterday to my dad why the website didn't work, and then when mum asked him downstairs where I could hear every word, he was all "I don't know, she said it wouldn't work, ask her" like I hadn't explained it to him. Jackass.
Yeah so he didn't get what I was on about probably. So why have me explain these things AT ALL?!
I haven't had enough sleep, waiting up til 3am for SOMEONE to get home and stop being social and drunk and MWAH-y ;) Iamsogrouchy.
Please, no-one fuck up my day anymore, it's already off to a rocky start.
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Date: 2005-03-12 01:31 pm (UTC)I wouldn't have stayed up if I didn't want to anyway, and really I got like 8 hours sleep so I dunno why I felt like I'd had about three :/