Where the fuck is Brenda?
Ok before we start Im not a necropheliac, and im not sitting around waiting for an old woman to come and pleasure me.
Quite the usual, Brenda is the name of my laptop, or at least my new one when it arrives. Ive ordered it, and knowing i like to leave the house once in a while I paid an extra bit of cash for next day delivery to save me having to wait in the house all day for 4 days just incase it comes.
Well… I ordered it Wednesday and got a call on Thursday saying it will arrive between 9 and 5–30 on Friday. at 8–30 the door goes… a man with a van and a clip board… sign here mate gives me a leaflet and an envelope containing the warranty and fucks off. No Laptop.
I phone the company and some Indian voice "split delivery mate, no worries will be there for 5 o'clock" 5 O'clock comes and I phone them back "still isn't here... where is it?" same Indian voice "be there by 5-30 mate" and hangs up.
Come 6 its still not here… and the office is shut for the weekend. I email and recieve no reply on Monday and call up about 9–30 "hi, where is it" and after about 10mins on hold a little old lady (annoyed, I couldnt shout and abuse her) "its been delivered" _"no it fucking aint sunshine"_ "oh ok. yes its down for delivery today" _"nice to see its next day delivery then.. only what 4 days late"_ "sorry hun"…. yeah that makes it better.
I needed the laptop for some work i was doing away this weekend, so now im swamped with work, and at 12 o'clock monday… the laptop that should have arrived at 11 today like i was informed, has it come?
…has it bollox