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skinned knuckle, will you bloody well heal? Seriously, you were minor. You weren't bleeding. There was bugger all wrong with you until you scabbed over. Because since then, you have been sore, you have been painful, you crack and bleed all over the place when it's least convenient, and of course you catch whenever I reach into my bag or try to put clothes on or anything. (you like bleeding on clothes, too) At this rate you're going to go septic. or scar. Plasters are relatively useless in this case due to it being directly over a joint and thus coming loose even without hand washing..
Sep. 2nd, 2008
Hi, I'm Daylight Robbery, and you are...?
Sep. 2nd, 2008 09:34 pmDue to no-one taking up the ticket for Dorian Gray, I rang up Sadlers to get the details on returning it.
And ... seriously. SIX FUCKING QUID ADMIN FEE? *And* I have to post it back by a certain date? Sadler's Wells : taking the piss.
Seriously. I've never even had that much as a 'booking fee' from, say, See or Ticketmaster.
Christ. If it hadn't been £39 in the first place, I'd have said 'fuck that' rather than sticking it in the post as I did. However, with what's left over, I can still get a ticket for Les Ballets de Trockadero de Monte Carlo (men in tutus and full makeup performing Les Ballets Russes to hysterical effect) - Peacock is significantly cheaper (also smaller) than Sadler's, so any seats would be decent seats.
Dear Sadler's Wells returns policy, no matter how nice and helpful your booking staff are (and they are quite lovely, I will say that for them), please see the Birmingham Hippodrome. Who refunded me £170's worth of tickets without a whimper (this was when their website was playing silly buggers and charged me when it said transaction had timed out) or a fee for how you should do it.
In other news, it's BMC work day tomorrow. We're all pointing and laughing at the temp who became an ex-temp as of Monday because he now has to go to the team building exercises and listen to the lectures like the rest of us. The other temp is smirking and going 'I get to come along to the drinks and nibbles afterwards and I get the entire office to myself all day! THHHHHPPPPPPBBBT.' Ex-temp is whimpering and going 'Can't I postpone my full-time status 'til Thursday?'
4:45 today, our team got pulled into a quick meeting. Where we were informed that the newbie who has not learnt a thing has not passed his 3-month probation and has been let go. After several tests and assessments and so on, none of which he passed. You could see my line manager giving me the glare of 'do not say a word, do not say a word'. The marathon bitching sessions me + line manager have had about that boy are untold. Having to re-do his work, being constantly interrupted with inane questions that he should've learnt in the first couple of weeks, everything actually slowing down because he was creating more work for us, etc, etc. I can see the dance of joy happening tomorrow.
And ... seriously. SIX FUCKING QUID ADMIN FEE? *And* I have to post it back by a certain date? Sadler's Wells : taking the piss.
Seriously. I've never even had that much as a 'booking fee' from, say, See or Ticketmaster.
Christ. If it hadn't been £39 in the first place, I'd have said 'fuck that' rather than sticking it in the post as I did. However, with what's left over, I can still get a ticket for Les Ballets de Trockadero de Monte Carlo (men in tutus and full makeup performing Les Ballets Russes to hysterical effect) - Peacock is significantly cheaper (also smaller) than Sadler's, so any seats would be decent seats.
Dear Sadler's Wells returns policy, no matter how nice and helpful your booking staff are (and they are quite lovely, I will say that for them), please see the Birmingham Hippodrome. Who refunded me £170's worth of tickets without a whimper (this was when their website was playing silly buggers and charged me when it said transaction had timed out) or a fee for how you should do it.
In other news, it's BMC work day tomorrow. We're all pointing and laughing at the temp who became an ex-temp as of Monday because he now has to go to the team building exercises and listen to the lectures like the rest of us. The other temp is smirking and going 'I get to come along to the drinks and nibbles afterwards and I get the entire office to myself all day! THHHHHPPPPPPBBBT.' Ex-temp is whimpering and going 'Can't I postpone my full-time status 'til Thursday?'
4:45 today, our team got pulled into a quick meeting. Where we were informed that the newbie who has not learnt a thing has not passed his 3-month probation and has been let go. After several tests and assessments and so on, none of which he passed. You could see my line manager giving me the glare of 'do not say a word, do not say a word'. The marathon bitching sessions me + line manager have had about that boy are untold. Having to re-do his work, being constantly interrupted with inane questions that he should've learnt in the first couple of weeks, everything actually slowing down because he was creating more work for us, etc, etc. I can see the dance of joy happening tomorrow.
or rather, for those who in know me in RL, what is my accent/voice like again? I know it's deep-ish and I talk quite fast, and is generally some variation of middle-class estuary, but...er...
I remember a couple of comments from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ciderpress' tests, where my voice got faster and faster and words were like one entire glottal stop the more I repeated, with some very odd bits of the old Reading accent (it's a bit like an oo-ar country bumpkin Somerset, you only tend to hear traces properly when people get drunk/tired/say the 'local people descriptor' - ours is 'Reading born and Reading bred, strong in arm and thick in head') coming through.
I remember a couple of comments from
ciderpress' tests, where my voice got faster and faster and words were like one entire glottal stop the more I repeated, with some very odd bits of the old Reading accent (it's a bit like an oo-ar country bumpkin Somerset, you only tend to hear traces properly when people get drunk/tired/say the 'local people descriptor' - ours is 'Reading born and Reading bred, strong in arm and thick in head') coming through.