Countdown To 36 Pannniiiiiccccc!

In a little under two weeks I will be another year older. Scary. I still feel as if I am 17, although I don't have the energy I did then. My face still looks reasonably young, thankfully. Whenever I ask someone how old they think I am, they always say late twenty's maybe 30 at the most :) That makes me love them. I've only got four years and two weeks until I am the big 40! Now THAT is scary.

For the last three months I have been explaining to people, in front of hubby, and even to hubby, how precious our time together is at the weekend. So, what does he do this weekend? Spend all of it on his laptop working! And he wonders why I was in and out of the room shutting doors louder than usual, sighing heavily and staring at him? Hello? A little attention wouldn't go a miss. I think we had a conversation on Friday evening about my shopping trip with Sis In Law, then we had another one last night before we went to bed. Nothing like spending quality time together!

If I had known just how engrossed he was going to be in his work on Sunday I would have gone over to Sis In Laws for dinner on my own, he could have cooked his own chicken (literally), and I would have had someone to talk to! MEN.

He's away tonight, back tomorrow, but I have already made plans and am out for dinner with a friend, then he is away til Friday. Let's see how next weekend goes. Maybe a nice romantic walk, a trip to a garden centre, at least a conversation maybe? Or probably another weekend of him working. Ggggrrrr!

My Avon has arrived so I have tonnes of sorting to do :) I'll sort Mum's and her neighbours first, collect my prescription from the doctors, collect the stuff from the pharmacy, then pop to Mum and Dad's drop off Avon, take Mum shopping, and I think I might go to the local B&Q to look at wallpaper. I need to get an idea of what I want in the new bedroom. I can get some samples and stick them on the walls. Maybe this will give hubby the hint that it needs finishing? After all, I wrote on the wall in pencil just before we went to Australia, and that was three years ago!!!

Ohhhhh. Whiny Whisky today. Hopefully I will have my happy head on tomorrow. FIngers crossed.

Hugs

Whisky

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Wierd Tag As Tagged By Sandra

I was tagged by Sandra at Just A Countrygirl and "According to the rules... Each player of this game starts with the "6 Weird Things about You". People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog!" Not sure if I will tag six people, as most of the bloggers I know have already completed, or are due to complete, the task.

SIX WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME

1. I'm paranoid! I always worry I have upset/offended people. I always think I have done something wrong, no matter whether it's online, at work, or at home. I don't know when I developed this trait....but it's lingering for a long time.

2. I have to have even numbers. When I stir my milky coffee it has to be exactly 100 stirs?! If I get biscuits, cream crackers or chocolates out of a container I have to have 2,4,6,8 depending how I feel. There's more....I could have mild OCD.

3. If I eat sweets, such as skittles, smarties, fruit gums, basically any coloured sweets, I empty out the bag, sort them into colours and eat them in a particular order. Green first, then yellow, then orange, then white if there are any, then red, then black/purple. To me coloured sweets taste better this way. The green, yellow, and orange are ok sweets, but the white, red, black and purple are always yummy!

4. I normally eat my dinner in order too! Now this is getting wierd. If I have a roast dinner, I will eat mainly my vegetables to get them out of the way (unless it's cauliflower cheese which I love), then I will eat the meat and potatoes together, including stuffing if relevant....then I will always eat my yorkshire pudding, and if there is any, mix it with my califlower cheese. So many times hubby has tried to nick my yorkshire from my plate and I have to tell him I am saving it for last as it's my favourite!

5.I can "roll" my eyeballs. I've never seen myself do it, obviously, but I can spin my eyes around in circles together. Apparently it looks really wierd! I must get hubby to film me doing it so I can see what it looks like.

6. I do a mean tortoise impression!!! I used to, and still sometimes do, wear polo neck tops. I pull my head down into the top, stretch out my jaw sideways, straining the tendons out in my neck, slowly lift my head up out of the polo neck, and there you have a tortoise! Cool hey.

There. That's my tag complete. And yes, I am wierd.

Last night was ok. I got home from work and decided to ring Curry's customer service regarding the credit yet to be received for my faulty MP3 player. I was basically told to go away. So.....after losing my temper, not over the phone, I wrote an e mail, and sent it to the Daily Mail. There is a lady who specialises in resolving issues like these. Boy will she get a shock when she reads my rambling e mail about the situation. Yes I did rub it in to Curry's by copying them in on the e mail, it's a requisite of sending the e mail to the Daily Mail that you do this, so it gives the lady permission to contact them to try and help you. Lord help her if she does attempt this. I doubt she will get any further than I did, which was basically "wait for an e mail response to your e mail response" or the wonderful alternative of "the store is dealing with it, but we can't tell you when it will be done, no action has been taken as yet, it is only three weeks since you first went into the store" or even "the situation as far as we are concerned is resolved...the store are dealing with it". Hmmmm my idea of the situation being resolved is to have the money credited back to my account for a faulty item.

Anyone got any other ideas for people for me to contact to get a reimbursement? All ideas welcome. Other than traveling back to the Eurotunnel shop, as I would have to pay for another crossing to France!!!

The barbershop night was cool. Mum and I sat on the front row, and the songs were beautiful. We of course bought raffle tickets, and jammy deevil Mum won two prizes! I won one so I was quite chuffed. My Mum's colleague from the charity shop makes jewellery....Mum had mentioned this, but I wasn't sure what sort of things she made. She had a stall at the meeting......boy was that stuff gorgeous! It was all sorts of stones from Amethyst, heamatite, quartz, rose quartz, jade, tigers eye etc etc. I bought a beautiful necklace adorned with a purple amethyst heart....and Mum bought me the dangly earrings to match! Perfect.

The musical director made me promise to go on the 3rd January and join! I did record some of the songs using my MP3 player that works! and will have a practise so I know some of the songs when I go. Quite a few of them are from musicals so I was well chuffed.

Got home, gave hubby my own personal analysis of the serial killer in Ipswich, we had a bit of a chat and he went up to bed. I was not long following and was soon sleeping.

Up early again today for another afternoon of work. I got told off yesterday! I fogto that on Wednesdays I'm supposedto finish at four not four thirty. This is so I don't go over my allowance of hours with the disability payments. So, today Boss S is going to throw me out at four o clock. Guess what guys.....that means you might get another post! Oh joy I hear you cry (not).

No, I really must deliver some more of my Avon tonight.

College buddy is coming to see me tomorrow which will be fun :), I'm going to ensure that the next time she is due to meet up with a certain boy band she takes me and SIL with her! Hubby is working from home, so I guess once CB is gone, I will busy myself by wrapping some of the Christmas presents.

Not long to go til Santa comes!

Hugs for all.

Whisky

Need To Get This Off My Chest!!

Just wanted to Ggggrrrrrr first thing in the morning, after the night before.

I'll do te usual blog later on, after work, but. Last night I received a call, just as I hd started eating my dinner. It was from my Avon area manager accusing me of delivering catalogues in someone elses territory. I asked her which road it was, she told me, and I immediately said hang on is it number 19. She asked why. I told her that on a previous campaign I had delivered this lady a brochure. When I went to collect it she had left me a lovely note (which I wish I had kept), advising me that she laready had a rep. As I picked up the brochure she came to the door. She told me, she had a rep, but that if I wanted to drop the next brochure inshe would have a look and could always "change her mind about the rep she uses". I should have been suspicious there and then. But no, I made a note in my book, and as requested, left her the next campaign brochure.

I explained this to the area manager, who is one of these people where you can't get a word in edgeways, and she was livid! Basically the woman had asked me to drop in the brochure specifically so she could tell her Avon rep, who then reported me to the area manager!!

All this fuss over an effing book!!!

Stoopid me then told her I had delivered some books round by my Mum, and was immediately told I couldn't do that! Even though Mum's road hasn't had an Avon book for over 6 months it ws someone else's territory. I have to be "allocated" my own roads to do.

I did politely tell her that if I had been told this previously I wouldn't have delivered the books!

Now I have to tell her every house number on every road that I deliver to and get orders from. She is going to have a word with the big boss, and see if she can get me some more territory allocated to me. There are no more roads near me that don't alreadt have a rep!! i'VE TRIED THEM ALL. So what's the betting I get an area I will have to deliver in my car because it's too far to walk. And if she thinks I am losing my customers that I have built up, along with a good reputation, due to hard work and bending over backwards, she can think again!

I must mention to her that one of the so called reps around here didn't even deliver a lady's returned item, or give her her money back, and that I have done that out of my own good will! And that in the Avon bible, it stipulates to use your spare catalogues to "find new customers". It says nothing in there about checking with them before you post through every single door.

I now have a good solid base of about 20 customers, orders so far this month totalling over 200 pounds. Is it worth it? To be told off like a schoolchild by a hyped up avon area manager whilst trying to eat your dinner, feeling rotten with a cold, and feeling sad because I am hubbyless?

Rollocks to her if she rings tonight......I think I'll point out the other reps' error, about the return, about the comment one lady made that one point the avon rep was there and the next she had disappeared. About how two out of four deliveries have so far been incorrect. About the tv programme that was on recently saying they were crying out for representatives. That is, If I can get a word in edgeways!!!!

I have to admit when I came of the phone I cried all over my scampi! I was so effing angry. How dare anyone talk to me like that when I am earning THEM comission. There I was saying how lovely she was!! Well forget that.

If this isn't quickly resolved, and resolved to MY liking, Avon can take a running jump out of a very high window. And I will explain to my customer's that even though I go out to them rain or shine (mostly rain), that I "Can't deliver to them, because even though they live in the same road as me, in some cases my next door neighbours that they aren't in MY territory".

What is my territory.........my back garden!!!

Gggggrrrrrrr......one angry Whisky, with one very big bone to chew on.

Hopefully after a soothing bath, a cuddle from Sam the dog, and a four hour stint at work I might have calmed down. But then you never know, she may ring in the middle of my dinner again tonight. Watch out lady.......no one gets in the way of Whisky and her dinner.

Hugs

Whisky

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