Your Ebay account could be suspended!

Mary mother of God, of all things, please not my Ebay account!

You know what it's like in those moments (minutes for me) of confusion before clarity hits you with a "Fuck off, you fucking bastards!"? Well, I experienced that feeling of "What the...?" when I picked up this e-mail earlier. The wording is quite funny though.


Best served cold
Would I miss my Ebay account if it got suspended? No! I'd do all my shopping at John Lewis instead! Those bastards deserve a good dressing down. After talking to various people about my outrage at the whole crapness surrounding this store, I was convinced that e-mailing them was the best way forward. Surprisingly, my complaint e-mail got bounced back! How shit is that?

A friend of mine once ordered some curtain poles from John Lewis online. When they arrived, the packaging had been opened and half the contents were missing. He phoned up their customer services to complain and was told "Oh, I'd never buy anything online". I think an assistant at the Norwich branch is recovering after having one of the said poles shoved up his arse.

Fucking numpties.

I'm starting a one-woman campaign against John Lewis: I'm going to stand outside and hand people fliers with price checks of all their products compared with other retailers - I once saw a Sony camera being sold in there for £100 more than in the Sony Centre, which is hardly cheap in itself. Thieving, stuck-up cunts.

We'll see what happens, but I'm not going to be defeated on this one. John Lewis is going down!


Some people whinge about working at the weekend. Not me. I worked today and the money I've earned should cover the cost of my new Doc Marten's. Oh yes, having looked at roll-top timberlands, I figured they were a bit too feminine, so I'm regressing and going back to Docs. Can't wait. I've still got my eye on some 8 hole patent black leather ones.... We'll see.


Scan
Unfortunately, working most of today won't also cover the cost of the new scanner that I "had" to buy. Fifty fucking quid. My scanner stopped working inexplicably a few months back. Dad's been going on about it ever since: "Whenever I want you to do something for me on that computer...whinge, whinge, whinge.... everybody else get's their stuff done." I never really use a scanner, but Dad had been going on so much!

So, having discussed it, I took myself off to Aldi, bought bargain scanner, came back to find the drive was blocked with both my brother's and sister's cars, had to traipse through mud to get into the house, got told off by Mother for said mud, took boxed scanner into the living room, where Dad said:

"What the bloody hell's that?"

"It's a fucking scanner to replace the one that's stopped working that you haven't frigging stopped whinging about for fucking months!"

Anyway, having a functional scanner, means that I can confirm what I've been gloating about for the past few weeks: