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The Day Before Gordy's Stag Holiday (2008-03-18)

Category: Diary. Posted: 2008-03-25 23:29:58 GMT.

After all the work that I'd done over the last few days, I was hoping to finish early today. Early on, I called up the battery company, and the bloke gave me the tracking number. I had thought that the bloke has said it would be sent using Parcelfarce, but I was told today that it was Parceline. To be honest, this isn't much more reliable, but I checked on the website, and it was "out for delivery". At about half-twelve, a Parceline van arrived. The bloke delivered a cardboard box sent by our mother company, but no laptop battery. After asking me how good the curry house was two weeks ago, the driver gave me the number of the depot. I called up the depot, and the woman that I spoke to said that it would be delivered by a different driver. I hoped she was right.

I had some things that I wanted to do at home, and finished everything urgent at work by 2PM. Unfortunately, the Parceline driver still hadn't arrived, so I couldn't leave. It wasn't as if I was short of things to do, I just wanted to finish early. [18/03/08 17:55 GMT to be continued.....]

[19/03/08 14:23 EDT continued.....] At about half-three, the battery still hadn't been delivered, so I called Parceline. The same woman answered the phone, and she said that she'd put me through to the driver. He didn't answer his phone, so I left a voicemail message. I then checked on t'internet, and found that it had been delivered at half-two! I was about to phone up Parceline and start complaining, but then realised that it had been signed for by somebody called Deborah. My next-door neighbour is called Deborah, so it sounded like it had been delivered at home, instead of work. Gimmeration, I'll be complaining about that!

Before finishing for the day, I went to have a poo. Unfortunately, I ran out of toilet paper, so walked into the kitchen with my trousers and pants around my ankles, to get another roll. As I was walking back, somebody called. The work phones were being diverted to my mobile while I was on holiday, so my mobile rang instead. Picture the scene - me standing there, with my trousers and pants around my ankles, answering a work phone call! It was the Parcelinedriver, who confirmed that he'd left it with my next-door neighbour.

I then packed my stuff into my bag. Gimmer popped over just as I was about to leave. It was a good job he didn't pop over when I had my pants around my ankles! He gave me jip for leaving early, but I'd still done a full day's work, despite leaving at 4PM. He said goodbye, after I'd put him under strict instructions not to call me while I was away! With my bag full with my laptop, I cycled home, and found a Parceline card saying that the parcel had been left with my neighbour. I knocked on the door, and their daughter answered. Yet again I spoke to her as if she was a normal human being. My occasional tolerance isn't good.

I then went to make myself a cuppa. While I was making it, my mobile rang. It was the first work call of the holiday. I'd e-mailed most of our major customers on Monday, saying that I'd be on holiday from Tuesday lunchtime onwards, but that they could contact me if they needed to. The bloke who called is a bit of a lad, so said he'd leave me to get drunk on the stag do, and he wouldn't call me again. Top man! I then put the new battery into the laptop, and left it to charge. I hadn't had that many personal e-mails during the day, but Prof did e-mail with some final details - including asking what our flight detail were. I can't believe that neither Gordy or I had told him before.

While I was waiting for Tom and Gordy, I checked Gordy and myself in on-line. Tom turned up as expected at about 19:30, but Gordy had been delayed on his train from Bath to Didcot. We had hoped to get to the India before eight o'clock to get the 10% discount, but Gordy's delay prevented that. We'll be billing the difference to First Great Western, don't you worry. Before leaving for a curry, I showed Tom the Hooters clip, and he tried to check in on-line. Unfortunately, the Gimmers had his full name as Tom, instead of Thomas, so he couldn't check-in. Oh well, he would have plenty of time to waste at Gatwick tomorrow, because Gordy and I are on an eight o'clock flight, and his isn't until about ten o'clock. Top man for driving us!

We met Gordy at The India - he had got there a bit before us, and had already ordered some beers for us. It took us a while to decide what to eat, because we were chatting too much, but got there eventually. As usual, the service and food didn't disappoint. After we'd finished, we dropped Gordy's bags off at my gaff, and went to The Toby for a quick drink. I was up for another, but Tom and Gordy were feeling a bit tired, so we went back to my gaff. We had a quick cuppa, before calling it a night. Tom asked what time we wanted to wake up, and Gordy replied, "Whatever time you wake me up". Well, if it was down to Tom, we'd probably get up at about 7 o'clock, but we decided that 5 o'clock would get us there in time. I quickly checked my e-mail before going to bed, and there was one from Prof. saying that, although he had to visit a customer, he'd still be there to meet us. I simply replied with, "We're looking forward to a top weekend. More Jack!".

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