Worst day ever.

11 08 2010

I am sitting here in a state of total and utter shock.

Today is possibly the worst day ever, on a personal level at least.

It started normally enough, but then again day’s like this have a way of creeping up on you when you least expect it.

I had left my girlfriends and arrived at work as normal without any hassles what so ever, I would almost go so far as to say I hadn’t a care in the world. That all changed abruptly about an hour ago…

I had just taken a much needed break after having slaved away for 2.5 hours already and decided to check my email… big mistake.

My email and I have always been on fairly good terms, it doesn’t act as the harbinger of doom and I don’t pick up my tower case and boot it back to the stone age via an upstairs window, as you can see we had an arrangement, not anymore.

I was brought to my knees this morning on reading an email from a lady called Trisha, now I have never met Trisha or spoken to her before but she was writing to me from my bank in South Africa in relation to my account and I have no reason to disbelieve her.

It turns out that I have been rather remiss in keeping track of my finances, as a result my debit card with a balance of $1 million has expired and my funds have been frozen.

Well I was livid, I rely on this money hidden away on the other side of the world to keep me safe and secure in my old age or as a slush fund in case of a rainy day. How dare they freeze my funds just because my card has expired.

Luckily Trisha is an angel in disguise and had already looked into what I need to do to rectify the situation, she has sorted out all the paperwork I need to fill in to reactivate my account and can email it over to me directly, all I need to do is fill it out and send a copy of my passport and one hundred pounds to cover the admin fee. Boy was I ever relieved, the idea of losing this money literally had me breaking out in hives.

This was only the start of my bad day, It hadn’t occurred to me that it could worsen but it has, exponentially.

There was an email from my godmother, not that odd an occurrence, but normally she doesn’t call me dear friend so I figured straight away that something was up.

On reading the email I found out that something terrible has transpired and by terrible I mean dreadful.

My godparents and their four young children were the victims of a terrible ordeal, an ordeal that took place in the city that I dare to call home.

They were robbed at gun point in broad daylight. Some awful scumbag criminal types preyed on them because they were tourists, they threatened them with pistols and took all of their money, mobile phones and passports.

As if this wasn’t traumatic enough for them the hotel they are staying in has refused to let them leave without the bill being paid in full and the embassy is proving to be of no help to them at all.

Obviously I was really shaken up by this and wanted to help them in anyway I can so I followed the instructions in the email and wired them a couple of hundred euros to try and help them pay for food and accomodation etc.

All the time I was getting angrier and angrier about the scum that carried this out, obviously they are very clever and organised and must have followed the family for days in order to ascertain that they were tourists as their native London accents and intimate knowledge of the area must have nearly thrown them off on several occasions.

Getting more and more panicked about their safety I decided to call my godfathers parents who live in London to find out what the story was and also to find out why they hadn’t been able to do anything to help out their family.

Strangely not only is everyone ok but my godparents are safely at home in their huge mansion in Florida that they moved to about 5/6 years ago, obviously this set me thinking, how could they get home so soon? Had they received my money I sent etc…

Oh wait it was all a hoax…. I feel even worse now, how could this happen? There must have been some sort of mistake…. the internet wouldn’t let this happen would it? Surely no one would be sick and evil enough to use the power of the web for something other than good?

So here I am penniless, disillusioned and alone, still at least there is $1million dollars waiting for me in South Africa

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If it aint broken why fix it?…..Oh wait it is broken, oh well fuck it.

26 04 2010

YAY!

Unfortunately you can’t hear the huge amount of sarcasm dripping from that otherwise happy outburst.

If you could you might be asking who pissed in my cornflakes today; well let me tell you who – Microsoft.

I have often moaned on and on to anyone that will listen (or who is unlucky enough to be in earshot) about the failings of Outlook 2007 when it comes to facilitating good  clean functional HTML design for emails.

I had up until hoped that the forthcoming Outlook 2010 would change this, I wasn’t expecting the world, merely that they would fix the things that were broken and make my life easier.

Well of course that hope has been dashed, completely and utterly. I was trawling the net this morning and came across this little article citing the ever reliable chaps at Campaign Monitor.

It seems that Microsoft are taking the “fuck you buddy” approach to fixing the issues in 2007, in short they aren’t.

Not only does this serious kill my buzz but it also acts as a case of middle finger up to the Email Standards Project and thousands of other frustrated designers worldwide.

The good news is though it won’t be any worse… well gee thanks for that!





Ash Cloud Blues pt 2 – The Aftermath

26 04 2010

Having finally made it back home I have today made my somewhat less than triumphant return to work.

You would think that this would be pretty unremarkable, thousands of people do this everyday all over the world and certainly compared to the journey to and from home it is unremarkable.

But there is a problem; I opened my outlook account and there in front of me were 784 emails ?!?!? WTF I was only gone from work for 5 business days.

Then I realised what had happened, it only took me the first dozen or so emails to work it out…none of my co-workers did anything whilst I was away.

Now I don’t mean that there was work that was specifically mine and they didn’t do it, that would be fine. I mean they did nothing, nada, zilch, zip.

We have access to a shared inbox that all new work requests come through to, none had been taken since I had left the office, some had even been marked with a little flag saying “Tom”….Well I opened them and had a look and guess what there was NOTHING that required  my personal attention, every single last one of my co-workers could have dealt with all of the emails that were in there.

I guess in summary I only have one thing to say on the matter

My co-workers are all giant douche bags of the highest order








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