What do you do when the pub’s closed on Boxing Day? That’s right, play Frustration and do a 1000 piece jigsaw.
It’s rant time again, this week it’s Parcelforce
Rob ordered something from America and for some reason they shipped it in two parts. The problem was, he had to pay tax on it when it reached the UK. The first part arrived on Saturday so despite the snowy weather, we went over and got it. He wasn’t asked for any ID, just gave over the tracking number and his address, paid a shit-ton of tax and we tootled off into the sunset.
Today, the second bit was ready for collection but where Rob’s at work, I went in to get it taking his passport with me like I would to get a parcel from Royal Mail. I was expecting it to be like last time, so I gave the address and Rob’s name and showing the guy Rob’s passport and my driving license. This time, this wasn’t enough. I couldn’t prove that I live at the address as the one on my license is my parents’ house in Portsmouth – I’m not changing it til we’re in somewhere permanent. So I dug through my bag and came up with a repeat prescription with my name and the address on it but that still wasn’t enough. I rang up Rob then to explain who was just as mad as me and asked to speak to the man at Parcelforce who refused because it wouldn’t help!
After going round in circles for a while and the guy going to ask his manager, he told me that I could go home and get a utility bill and that would be fine. Problem with that is that it’s Rob’s parents’ house so they pay the bills and he does everything online, as do I. The guy really didn’t like that and said it sounded suspicious! He flat-out disbelieved me that I don’t have any bank statements, phone bills or anything come to my door! How effing ridiculous! He then said I could bring in a bill with Rob’s Dad’s name on it, but they’re in Australia and I’m not about to go rifling through other peoples’ post. Then I asked what the difference between doing that and showing him my prescription with the tracking number for the parcel and both of our IDs was. That stumped him!
Eventually he went to see the manager again and grudgingly gave me the parcel, saying that Rob’s name would now be flagged and he’d have to bring proper ID next time. Fair enough, but last time they didn’t ask for any!
I think that might actually have won an argument with any sort of official, it feels good.
And yeah, I did turn on the waterworks a bit!
I flipping love The Lonely Island! So glad they’ve got a new album out next year, I’ve been listening to Incredibad all this week!
As I wrote in a previous post, I’ve been spending a lot of time recently in my doctors’ surgery (so much so that I am its Foursquare Mayor). Today, they really pissed me off!
I’m asthmatic and today I realised that the inhaler I take to prevent me having attacks has just about run out so I went in to get a repeat prescription sorted so I can breathe properly. As I said in that previous post, I’ve just recently had an asthma checkup there where we discussed which medication I take. Somehow despite this, it’s not on my records that I take the bloody thing even though I’ve had it for nearly 2 years! How is that possible?
According the receptionist, this meant that I have to have another appointment where someone will say “yes, you can have the inhaler” and I’ll leave within 30 seconds. After a 45 minute bus ride. Which will cost me money I don’t need to be spending at the moment. For some reason, she also suggested going to the Walk-In-Centre next door to get one, which I thought was strange. As did the nurse there, so much so in fact that she dragged me back in to the surgery to shout at the receptionist!
As for that perforated eardrum they said I had last time, it wasn’t even perforated!
So, I guess it’s go back tomorrow or not be able to breathe….