Carphone Warehouse are Evil

Never buy anything from the carphone warehouse. I decided the other week to change my contract. They told me it would take 10 days- fair enough. However my phone was supposed to be connected 3 days ago. My orange phone has been disconnected- I have no mobile phone- I'm going nuts!!! So far I reckon I have spent at least an hour and a half phoning various call centres, being sent from pillar to post and so far my phone still doesn't work- grrrrr!!! I never knew how many incompetent people there are working in call centres! The standard phone call seems to be me listening to some automated message for about 5 minutes, then being put on hold to listen to awful on hold music (although the last one gave me Sheryl Crow to listen to - not great but definitely an improvement on all the other stuff), then I finally get through to someone, explain the situation, then they hum and hare over which department I should be put through to, only to be put through another automated voice message, then put on hold again- more ghastly music, then finally to speak to another human being as incompetent as the first who suggests I go back and phone orange, then I point out that I no longer have an account with orange, then I get put through to Carphone warehouse O2, more of that delightful on hold music, finally get through to someone, explain the whole situation again and to be told that there was a technical fault, they will try to get my phone sorted as soon as possible and the best advice they can give me is to turn my phone off and check it every hour in case my phone is sorted. Oh and of course, they are very sorry. So far I have had 4 or 5 conversations that have gone like this. Oh what joy.

AAAHGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

The day of the mundane

So much to do, so little time, all of it dull. I've got revision coming out of my ears, essays to write, notes to sort, prayer meetings to organize, dissertation to decide...I feel like I have once again turned into an auto-pilot zombie lacking any emotional capacity to notice what on earth is going on. The best thing is that I have another month of this. I guess I'm trying not to think about it because when I finally do, it will dawn on me how much trouble I'm in because I have no time or brain! Until that great awakening, I'll just carry on flitting around vacantly.

Dedicated to Deborah

I have had my wrist slapped and have been severely reprimanded by my housemate for not blogging frequently enough. This is my attempt to make amends to all you wonderful people who oh so love to read my blogs. Since my last blog, Luke has met my mum and my best friend.(fast mover) My mum now seems to think she has a second son and KT sent me a text saying "I like this one, I think you should keep him". Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! I suppose I could feed and water him and take him for walks round the blocks every day.
My college work actually is getting done now. I've been reading all about the early church fathers, about Justin Martyr and Iranaeus of Lyon and other such patristic authors. Very interesting. Problem is that my essay in on the council of Chalcedon and not patristics but its kind of related. Its giving me the background I need for my essay. Oh what fun essays are. I really hate essays- why oh why did i choose to do a theology degree!
I really want to write lots of stuff about Luke but I fear I am verging on the nauseating. I think if I mention his name again, Deborah might possibly hit me. Or Pete will. Or both! Pete and I want to the Brixton academy on Saturday to see Feeder and all I could talk about was how depressingly and blissfully happy I was. I think Pete's praying for me.
Hmmmm, I wonder what I should cook for my small group on Thursday. Well- it was only a matter of time before I started talking about food again. I shall have a ponder.
Maybe ratatoue.
Hmmmmmmmmmmm