Nothing Succeeds As Planned
Sep. 27th, 2005 03:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liadnanToday is not my day for doing anything. Starting with waking up, a feat at which I rather failed.
The cause of this can be traced back... well to "let there be light" obvs. More immediately, it can be traced back to the fact I foolishly put my phone in my back pocket when exploring the island on my bike at the weekend. (In itself that was great: various pubs and beaches logged for future reference, though the weather's changing fast enough I doubt I'll have much use for the latter. My bike handlebars came inexplicably loose during the day, so there were some hair-raising freewheels down green lanes as the bars rolled in my hands and the brakes went out of immediate reach, but that's now dealt with.)
Anyway, the result was one broken phone screen. Very pretty, as bust TFT screens always are: an impressive fat swirl of magenta across the screen with a double border in sunburst yellow and an outer haze of azure blue, but frankly not much use as an aid to comprehension of anything.
Since my phone doubles as my alarm clock, and the alarm now can't be set, this leaves me with minor difficulties. So I rang Orange to ask them for a replacement one, and they said I'd have to pay.
"Ptui," thought I, or verbalisations to that effect, and said I'd think about it. More than one person has told me recently that if you threaten to terminate your contract Orange buckle remarkably quickly and start offering, if not quite a pony, at least free upgrades and the like.
I think they might be wise to this now. Or at least to me.
"I'd like to terminate my contract."
"OK. The earliest it can take effect is 1st Nov, is that ok?" [this is in my case, strictly speaking correct as I signed up for another 12 months last November.]
Um. Evidently they've been itching to be rid of me. Oh well, that'll teach me. I ought to sign up for a Jersey mobile anyway as it's costing me an arm and a leg otherwise, but I was rather fond of my number, which hasn't changed in six years.
In other news, I'm still struggling to come to terms with properly unitised billing and having to ask people to approve what I do instead of working when I feel like it and picking a figure from the top of my head when my clerks ask me how long a job took. Now I remember why I chose to be a self-employed barrister. And I'm trying to write something original, but nothing seems to be coming together as yet. I have no new opinions on anything and am therefore resisting the temptation to share them with you. (Also I still don't have a working landline at home nor can I persuade my wireless card to work.)
ETA: Oh, while I remember I shall probably be drinking and being 33 in some central London pub evening of 7th October, from about 7. The Shakespeare's Head on Kingsway, near Holborn tube, sounds a likely prospect.
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Date: 2005-09-27 03:31 pm (UTC)We'll see what happens. I have time to rethink. But I still don't have a decent phone.