Thursday, June 19, 2008

A Trip With The Doctor

I accompanied Sassy deep into Bandit Country as we ventured to Currys.
(Bandit Country is the area of this town I’m most likely to bump into ex pupils or family.)
We were greeted by a bewildering array of televisions and I was really glad I didn’t have to choose.
The moment of pure gold came after the choosing.
At the checkout.
Personal information is entered on the till which then prints all the guarantee bollocks.
“Miss, Ms or Mrs?” asked the granddaughter of Midas.
“It’s Dr.” replied the Sassy One.
I couldn’t stop the grin or try and hide it, especially since I could see the screen and that option was fecking offered!
As we stood waiting Sassy looked at me and said
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Yes you fucking should! You worked hard for that! And, a bloke would have”.

The fun and games began when we unpacked it.
The lead for the mains power was one of those two pronged affairs that works in Singapore and the US but is as useful as tits on a Nun here.
Sassy ‘phoned Currys and was told to bring it back, which she did and was furnished with a good old English three pronged plug.
There were still problems.
No connection with the satellite signal.
The Sky people were contacted and informed us a scart lead was needed.
This was not provided.
Housemate Claire to the rescue with her box of leads and stuff!
Still no joy.
Sassy’s not a happy camper and in her considered, doctorial opinion Currys are cunts.
You can’t argue with an education like that!

Last episode of Boston Legal tonight.
Am bereft until next year.
Road Trip anyone?

3 comments:

Schneewittchen said...

Hahaha! Wish I'd been there! And you're right, a bloke wouldn't have hesitated, plus, he wouldn't even have been asked.
Those electrical mains connectors here are scary shit, the plugs are falling out of the socket half the time. And there are missing wallplates all over the place, so you can literally see the mains wiring.
I met another ex-pat Brit the other night. Her brother was also over here, an electrician, and in the same boat as me, 110 years experience but was expected to go back and do noddy courses. Of course he didn't. He reckons the whole industry is over ten years behind here. The end result is that the ppl he works for always get him to check over the work of the others that he is supposed to be less qualified than.

Sassygril said...

I can't even bear to switch it on for breakfast news. My grrr is slightly less elevated than it was but it's not going to take much to get it back to full power. I knew it was going to be a pain in the butt when the woman in the shop said that installation was easy. It's never easy. We're just being lied to the whole time. Lied to by people who've done Schnee's noddy courses and been made even thicker than they already are...but they can prolly tune Sky to an LG TV.

Today, we have a review by one of the 'professional bodies' in the management field. This is a supreme example of box ticking allied to smoke and mirrors masking as quality. Anyone who has ever done Ofsted or an MBA accreditation process or such will know exactly what I mean. It will take up and have taken up huge amounts of staff time. But we have to go through it because if we don't play their pissy little game we'll lose our status as a so-called Centre of Excellence. And they'll wear naff, important women suits...with matching crap shoes. And that just makes it even worse...

What is keeping me sane is the banter you provided yesterday am. The one about the fat lass and the burger is making me giggle as I type.

Sleepy said...

Schnee.. It was a beautiful moment!

Sassy.. They did lie. Huge whoppers.
Is it the nasty shoes that get you?
You wouldn't mind jumping through the hoops if they had a pair of Jimmy Choo's on?

Mate we saw a microcosm of Pompey life during that trip.
The girl smuggling the fighting, suckling pigs in the back of her underwear stuck with me!