Sweet Serendipity

Once again I am annoyed at the incompetency of so called “professionals”. Once again, I find myself helpless and dependant upon other people. Other people who can't/won't do anything for me and quite frankly don't give a shit as long as it isn't them that's inconvenienced. .

Farking incompetent people.

I went into the bank on Saturday armed with my marriage certificate to change my name.

“I'll get that done for you Mrs B. You're current card will stay active until you're new one comes through. I'll get a new cheque book and credit card ordered for you too. I can't order it until Tuesday because of the bank holiday, but I'll put a note in my diary so that I make sure I do it.”

“Great, thank you very much”

So why then, do I get a phone call today telling me that my card has been cancelled. Somebody else went into that lady's diary today and instead of ordering me a new card because I'd changed my name, she went ahead and ordered my card as my previous one being lost. Therefore being cancelled. Therefore leaving me with no way of accessing any money until my new card comes through. Which I have been quoted as 7-10 days, although it USUALLY doesn't take that long. No guarantees though.

They volunteered to transfer money into Tom's account for me. They said I could go into the branch with ID and they'd take some cash out of my account for me. But after having my bag stolen a few years back, I don't like carrying much cash on me.

So it's their mistake, yet I'm the one that's got to deal with the inconvenience of it all. Fair to say, we won't be setting up our joint account with them.

I feel violated.

I can't use my bank account because I have no card.

I can't park my car in my designated parking area for fear of it being vandalised.

I can't have a day at home with my husband without being called a skiver by my father

And I can't write what I want to on my blog because of people taking the piss out of me.

When did it all get so hard?

This is one of the songs I recently recorded in my studio session. See what you think!

I don't know what I've done, but it HURTS!!

My lower back, right hand side. I woke up with it this morning. I don't think I did anything yesterday to spark it off, maybe I slept funny. But it bloody hurts!!

So, Pete won Big Brother on Friday. I must say, I'm really glad it was him. I just hope he sees sense and runs far far away from Nicky.

Our new sofa is being delivered Tuesday. We found out yesterday. Any time between 9am and 5pm. Crap isn't it? One of us now has to try and organise a day off at short notice. Otherwise try and get someone to sit in all day for us. It sucks.

The X-Factor started last night. I don't usually watch it, my reality tv shows tend to be Big Brother and I'm a Celebrity, Get me Out of Here. Last night though, we were at my parents and they love things like that, so we started watching.

People ask me why I don't go and audition for something like that. The truth is, I know I'd be turned away. I know I'm better than people that were there, I mean, some of them were just god awful. It surprises me that their friends and family let them believe they're good enough to audition. On the other hand though, there were a few that were absolutely amazing and I know I just don't compare.

There ends my dream.

I've made the mistake of telling my boss and a fellow trainer at the new place that I have a blog. They have made it their mission to find it, so, just in case they do, this is for them: “Bugger off and leave my blog alone!!”

In all seriousness, I'm not that fussed, it's just fun to keep them on their toes. And they both enjoy a challenge.

The recording studio was great fun. I had Tom and Jack there to support me which was nice. I was so nervous when I did my first song, but I did eventually relax. I have a disc with my name and picture on it. Only thing is, I'm not really sure what to do with the CD now. I know I'm not good enough to make it, but at the same time, would I be wasting an opportunity if I didn't try? And if I do try, who should I be trying with?

And yes, we did get the car in time!!

The house is a mess at the moment. I'm hating it. OK, hate is a strong word, but I just wish that it was a home, not just a house. We've been here six months now, and there is no excuse, we're both lazy and things just don't get done. It's starting to get to me.

However, the curtains did get put up in our bedroom this week, so here is a picture especially for Ladybird!!



I think they go quite well!

I'm now off to the shops to spend my Next vouchers that I got for my birthday, and in an effort to be nice, Tom has said we're eating out! Score!!

When I'm famous, I'll never have to cook!

If only......

This week has been a right one for dealing with incompetent people. Insurance documents not being sent out, people not being able to understnad that I am no longer Miss X but now Mrs B. And even after I tell them that, they still call me Miss X. How difficult is it to understand? But for them to change it formally, I have to send them my marriage certificate. I work in a hopsital. I know that if someone gets married and changes their name, we don't need to see the marriage certificate to change it on the system, and it's a fucking hospital. Ok so if they want to be so pedantic that they can't press a few buttons on the keyboard, ok, but at least after I tell you on the phone, call me Mrs B when you are speaking to me, not Miss X. That's MRS B!!!

It's been touch and go as to whether we get our new car today. Thankfully, we are. I think. Tom is there now. If he manages to get to the post office in time to tax it, we'll have it today. If not, then it's tough shit to us.

I hate having to depend on people for stuff. I hate that so much is out of my control and that I have to depend on people, who quite frankly don't give a fuck if I get my car tonight, or if I get my life insurance, because it's not their problem.

I came close to breaking point last night, but I managed to control myself. But after speaking to the bint (thats mild in comparrison the the other four lettered word that ends in T that I actually want to call her) at Scottish Provident today, who I am so tempted to name on here, and if enough people ask me to, then I will, I reaching breaking point and I cried. At work. And I hate doing that. But I feel so stupid because it sounds like such a little thing, but it's a little thing on top of a million other little things and it really was the straw that broke the camels back.

Deep breaths. It's the weekend, and I'm going to a recording studio tomorrow.