Thursday 13 May 2010

Peculiarities...

A question that is NEVER good to be asked, unless the answer is affirmative, is the old chestnut "are you pregnant".
No, but obviously I'm looking really fat today, thanks.
The really friendly grandparent from school (you forgot? what? this one) asked me today if I'd had the baby yet, because some people clearly have the ability to feel no discomfort whatsoever while offending people.

3 stones lost last year. Not overweight any more. Not pleased by any comments pertaining to belly and largeness thereof.

However, all is not right with the world. A call today to "pay your unreasonable fine here" number was answered by a POLITE person who was HELPFUL and managed to get the RIGHT INFORMATION. I found myself saying "thanks ever so much for your help" (phone voice, I am compelled to go a bit posh) rather than "can you tell me who can answer me, can anyone help me?" which is what is more usual. Particularly astonishing as I was calling to say "see your fine? no chance" and he concurred that it was ok, I can ignore it for now and somebody will be in touch.

Parking ticket, in case you are wondering.

Which I object to, being ostensibly a Very Good Girl. Including dutifully returning a half read and most interesting book to the library as it was reserved by another. So, when placing another reservation in order to get it back, I sort of expected it in a matter of weeks. No.
Reservation placed 21 October.
Book arrived back at library 13 May.
Swift.
For a book about parenting twins that was published in 1990 or thereabouts.

Having decided to apply for a job, it is most irksome that the email address keeps sending it back. Irrevocably, no promises of trying later. Nope. Nada. Refusal. So I am going to have to go in person about 45 minutes before the closing date and hand deliver the application. Stunning impressions, it's not a letter box effort, it's a ring-the-buzzer-and-see-a-person. Hello, yes, employ me please, not only do I have no experience whatsoever of the job and quite probably won't be able to take it even if you were delusional enough to employ me, but I can't operate email either. Also means I have to go to school tomorrow dressed for giving an employable impression.





Lesson learned: no interaction with others. Safer.

1 comment:

Keir Hardie said...

Yes, I think it's extraordinary that it doesn't occur to some people that there's anything wrong with saying, when bumping into you on the street, "you've put the weight on!"