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Friday, July 1, 2011

Daily Log

I will file yesterday under 'end of financial year madness'. Everything got done, accounting, website draft, new logos, merchant setup, online store. But people were war-wacky. One company literally gave us half-off everything and the other treated us like dandruff to be brushed off the shoulder. The shear efficiency that some people show and the stupidity of others did my head in. Don't even get me started on accounting software.
I think my business partner has a detector that tells him when I've been on hold for ten minutes. If ever i am sitting in a call queue, ten minutes in, the call waiting beep blasts and guess who. I suppose it could be a good thing if I reframe it. Whenever I need to talk, I'll just dial a free call centre under heavy traffic and he will call. And, talk about hi-jinx on the high seas with email; the lag time from everyone to me is nothing short of hilarious. People must wait until I am in the car. I feel like Truman.
Vintage is now my favourite place for lunch. I was blown away. Seriously, I swear my shoes were sitting on their own at the counter for a minute. Luckily sister, father and niece came and unblew my socks off. Not only do they do fresh juices, I can eat things on their menu beyond steak and chips. The staff were lovely, especially this kinda retro-james-bond-when-sean-connery-was-him girl. She even came out with the relish to check I could eat it. Felt great... In a 'that leper can't eat normal for six months' kinda way.
Back at home, I tore all of my hair out trying to convert a whole financial year into the new accounting platform. I am bald now. Everywhere. That's how annoying the whole incident was. The accountant will probably kill me and my future children because of what I have done in the software that she will have to correct. The saving grace being dinner at sister's, with mother, neice and lawless brother. I got to bath the niece. She gave me such an evil glare when I poured water over her head the second time. The glare saying "how dare you disturb bath-time with your washing me nonsense!". She even dobbed on me to sister.

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