I don’t really like people, or rather companies, cold calling me, especially if they aren’t going to give me anything nice. Asking if I want to buy stuff (or change my mobile contract) is the worst, but hugely long surveys are quite close behind. Why, exactly, do I want to waste my time with them? What’s in it for me?
So, to show that there is indeed a small evil streak running inside me, I’m toying with a marketing company in the same way that a cat toys with a mouse. Mwa ha ha ha. Continue reading
See, my IT provider (for all my email, this website and stuff) has such a super-dooper triple redundancy setup for their connections to the rest of the world, that they’ve got no need for an off-location message or status board. Except, of course, when the (all too common) digging-through-all-the-fricking-cables event occurs. And when I phoned them (to find out about the outage today, and make a friendly suggestion about the off-location status board), I had a full-volume, half-second delayed echo coming out of the telephone. I did a very similar thing to one of the Capital Radio announcers recently, and spent the first few seconds stuttering through what I was trying to say. Offputting, to say the least.
Talking of the radio, when are those bastards going to bring the speakers back from Devon? I can’t get the fricking wavefront set up in the storeroom all by myself, unless someone dares me to push the amprack (sans-crossovers) down the stairs…