bloody **** Mick, hollywood is virtue signalling bull enough as it is already. I'd rather read this book :)
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bloody **** Mick, hollywood is virtue signalling bull enough as it is already. I'd rather read this book :)
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Maybe he's gonna try for a lap record of the Nurburgring in a 6 legged lizard?Quote:
Originally Posted by ramblingboy42
Not with any relatives though, as that would be 'Insectuous'.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sprint
Simple things....
If you have a company, and that company has a name and lets just say that company name is Melbourne Domestic Skip bags...
Your customer support team should not be surprised when someone who lives in a house in Melbourne wants you to deliver a skip bag to his domestic residence in Melbourne.. It would probably also help if your business website didnt include a picture of a crane truck lifting a domsetic skip bag out of a houses front yard....
Just sayin,
Also, customer service support, IF you set your cash collecting hounds onto me and I'm able to produce an transaction record to the effect that yes, Its paid, that should be it, I shouldnt have to deal with multiple days of calls from different divisions telling me I Owe money, Dont live where you think I do, dont owe you money, why if I dont live in SA would I book your services, you need me to provide my details in SA so you can correct my 8 year old account from the NT to SA and forwards a final demand type bill to me... When you finally get someone to call me back and explain that theres been a mistake at your end and I'm not the person they should have been contacting because my account is A, paid up and B, closed its just that the invoice number is the same as my old account number and well theres been a mistake I feel that informing you of the level of angst and frustration in vividly graphic detail is entirely appropriate....
IF youre company is so inept as to make once happy paid up customers feel the need to express, more or less verbatim
"I dont want you to feel threatened by this, its only to provide you with some insight as to exactly how frustrated and infuriated Ive been made to feel so you have an understanding of the angst your companys conduct over this has caused. I have a strong feeling of desire to remove your testicles with a large, blunt and rusty floor sander. Before you go on to tell me you're a woman, I know, I can tell from the sound of your voice and the fact that you introduced yourself as Cherryl (not her real name) earlier Yes I understand that you dont have testicles for me to remove, however I am a patient man and in this glorious age of Transexual tansgender cross dressing political correctness I am happy to wait for you to have hormone replacement therapy and gender realignment surgery so I may then remove your newfound dangly bits with said implement and have you experience what in my opinion is probably still more pleasurable than my dealing with your organisation for the last 3 days. And, no dont worry I wont be wasting my time while I wait, I'll be using it to find a truely splendid example of a large, blunt, rusty, floor sander".
You should probably have a good long session of reviewing your internal processes, finding people to talk on phones who have better communicative and reasoning skills than a deep fried onion ring, dont get offended when they need to be told , sorry mate I cant understand a word you're saying can you get an interpreter on the line for me, and more importantly, listen to the customer when they are telling you simple obvious things.
Also just for the trifector
Telling me I need to pay a fine in NSW with your proof being a photo print of a white sedan thats got a rego the same as my motorbike and then listing the cars make and model as a yamaha dt 175... will get you told to get your supervisor. Havingh them tell me its still my problem will result to you being told to send it to your debt collectors and I'll settle with them at your expense... Karma is when the collectors call me and I ask if they've got the same photo having them say yes, they see the problem and my point, thank you for your time, Did I know its going to cost them around $xxx for the processing now its been esceltated results in the first time I smiled that week.
the pen is more powerful than the sword.
so good hearing you express yourself again.
Den
Ok whom thought this muck up....
apparently we have spoons..... Apparently when Im swearing at the fact my spring compressor broke and launched apart of itself past my nonce and into some other part of this neighbourhood some passerby thought it was wise to comment from the driveway that it sounds like Ive run out of spoons and need to take a rest....
my typical non policitally correct repsonse an a demand of what he was talking about followed.....
his explination is that its a way to deal with the some noncy policitally correct mellenial speak here....
your right, I may be out of spoons but what nog just looked at a whole drawfull of cutlery and decided that just cause your out of spoons means you get to stop.... FFS, do the bloody dishes and keep the draw full if you cant grab hold of the concept of knives forks, sporks, spatulas, ladles, tablespoons, measuring cups, melonballers, citrus scoops, ice cream scoops....
does someone mean to tell me.. .in this day and age the ability to improvise around a problem has become so far remoted that our capacity to deal with life is to be measured in spoons.....
just a hint, it probably came with some kind of packaging... with a little thought and persistance 90% of everything that needs a spoon comes with something you can turn into a spoon and use my 2 gotos being carefully folding the lid on a tin and folding up the alfoil on the lid of a yoghurt package.
is any one else getting this junk in their life or have I just started attracting pedestrians of the same caliber of driver i spend most of my time trying to avoid......
I miss those plastic spoons though. Sure thew broke now and then and you got irritated as -bleep- but those wooden things you get nowadays... they really get me going.
"progress" my shiny behind.
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dam, I thought Dave was going to continue with his literary meanderings....
Dave , where are are you? Get on with the book.
Den
To the gentlemen in the little white targa topped convertible sportsy car with whom I may have shared a little road rage,
I'm sorry that this wasnt the year,
I'm sorry that this wasnt the month,
I'm sorry that this wasnt the week,
I'm sorry that this wasnt the day,
I'm sorry that this wasnt the hour or the minute that you thought I'd be prepared to put up with what you did,
I'm sorry that in the jam of traffic that I was stopped right in the way of your speeding up the emergency lane and having to effectively emergency brake,
Im sorry that my 6x6 was stationary and blocking your hooning adjacent to a chunk of concrete barrier.
I'm sorry that I dont speak whatever gibberish it was you were obscenely yelling at my closed passanger side windows
I'm sorry I didnt realise that your near accident causeing tomfoolery to get your car into the right hand lane wound up with your sports car height windows being right at exhaust level while being blocked by the car in front of you that couldnt get out of your way.
I'm sorry my 6x6 is an old laggy turbo diesel which puffs a bit of soot when I move off,
Again I'm sorry I couldnt comprehend the gibberish you were yelling while you were trying to get past me in the right lane
I'm sorry your passanger had to have several goes at getting out of your vehicle to come and try to speak his mind with me
I'm sorry your passanger didnt have the fore thought to actually speak his mind rather than what he tried
I'm sorry he hurt his arm while trying something stupid with a moving vehicle
I'm sorry if the sickening crunching noise I heard was bones breaking,
I'm sorry you stalled the vehicle leaning over to open his door for him, but that was a kind thing you did opening a door for your fellow man when he had his hand full
I'm sorry your mate left his knife in my footwell,
I'm sorry I didnt take the opportunity to throw it back through your window as you sped past me at the lights,
I'm sorry that there were a number of different actions that I could have taken but didn't, but as I've already apologised for, today wasnt the day for it so again sorry, but mostly.
I'm sorry you wont have the balls to file a police report about the incident that lead to me stealing your mates nice little box cutter.
It's a nice little knife so I'm kind of on the fence about being sorry for the complete lack of intent I have towards making an effort to follow up on having it returned unless I get a formal request from an officer of the law. I mean I could follow it up but you found me at a time when Im not at my best and for me this is not the year, month, week, or day for it,
Sorry.
And so in fitting with the normal wierdness of my life...
The day before a little bit of road rage I got hurled a looper, I think Ive got it sorted out in the limited fucntional brainspace I have available from the rest of the crap of this year and actual sincere apologies for the bits I dont have laid squarely on the line (I was going to say straight but, youll see)
So I had a friend, been in on and off contact every occsionally untill something like 4 or 5 maybe even 10 years ago when he just up and completely dissapeared..
until just then,
I get a message, his friend (lets say greg because I dont know my firends friends name) has died tripping over his kids skateboard and introducing his neck to the step at the back of the house. fortunately the 2 kids were at school and am in postition to help if needed because the kids are now orphans. Naturally the answer is yes.
So I get a phone call. and the brevity of the story is this.
4 or 5 or 10 years ago my mates friend Gregs wife died and my friend moved in with greg to help with the kids, its at this point that both he and greg have worked out that they're gay and start a relationship which is about the same time he dissappeard from my and other social circles. hes sorry he did so but he thought that with his new standing in life he wouldnt be wanted in his old circles so he just quietly walked away from them but as greg was the primary in the circles hes now in he didnt know how to approach the rest of the circle for help, thanks for taking the call.
Ok so thats not cool for me, if you're my friend your my friend and short of being a rock spider where you choose or what you choose to titilate your joy department with is not my concern unless you try to make it my concern. No one should ever feel that way if your even close to feeling that Ive made a deliberate effort to oust you on your choices get in touch so I can find out how I screwed that up and make apologies and reparations.
A subsequent phone call not too much later while Im arthur denting my coffee looking out the back window waiting for the bull dozer I get another phone call, All good, moving to sydney to be with the grandparents of the kids.
thats it. Tired to call back but no answer....
Im now curious and a little dazed..
Do I still have my old friend as a friend or has he now gone forever....
oh well, onto road rage and some insincere apologies.
oh and for those who have offered there support, over the time even if its just the chance to talk if I need it, Thanks and the answers to the questions likely to be asked
Surviving
Not well
Im trying to trend positive but it feel like one forwards 3 back,
Its not that dark yet but the concerns there.
Im aware of the position and mental state Im in but the excuses Ive had for why I cant have the support I cant handle hearing any more so Ive stopped trying for a while.