|08:07 am - Good Yawning...|
I am used to getting up early these days. However, I am not used to being in work and hour and a half early. Today I hauled arse at 7.30am to get to work in time for 8am to let a chap from e-on in to fix our electricity meter. I suspect that this is an exercise in futility.
Girl From E-on: "we have registered a fault wiv your mete. It's not showing much activity at night."
Me: "are you aware that this is a shop? We close at half five and shut everything down. The only thing running is the alarm system and the fridge."
Girl from E-on: "oh. Reeeeeeeally? Well we'll send an engineer in anyway. 8am to 1pm slot ok wiv you?"
Aside form anything else, we have already gone through two rounds of failed appointments. If this guy actually shows up it will be a bloody miracle. The last time I complained they gave us a £20 credit on the account 'for my inconvenience'. £20 that I will never see. Great. If there is a god, she must put fuckwits on this planet for her own entertainment...