... to the day.
Not only because the girls have had us up no less than FOUR times during the night, but also because (and this is a MAJOR disaster) the milk frothing bit on my beloved coffee machine has SHEARED OFF leaving me unable to make my capuccinos any more.
I'm going to try to tape it together but don't hold out much hope.
This is truly devastating and the coffee machine is absolutely NOT something I was anticipating having to replace at this stage.
Also, I've heard NOTHING at all from Dave at Central Bean - not even a thank you for the samples.
Finally, the guy who is working on my logo and business cards, promised they would arrive two days ago (which the haven't) and now says they'll be here by next Monday, but has sent the logo electronically, except when I came to open it THERE ARE NO CAKES ON IT ANY MORE.
What is going on?
I feel as if I'm in a bit of a slump and hate having to wait around for other people to get their acts together.
Dave - If you don't want the stuff, JUST TELL ME and then I can move on. I've put so many hours into trying to get things just right for you AND I COULD HAVE PUT MY ENERGY INTO SOMETHING ELSE.
Perhaps you can detect that I'm not at all happy this morning.

I wouldn't get too upset about this minor setback. You must have been beset by this level of ignorance in your last job. It is more than frustrating when people are simply not as good as their word... especially when you yourself set great store by such etiquette, good manners and common decency. People frequently fail to come up to standard ie the self-expectation you have to treat others as you would be treated. The universalisability principle I think it is...let him eat bread I say
ReplyDeleteDry bread at that I think.
ReplyDeleteIn fact, the sort of bread they were selling on that High Street programme last night. I don't know if you watched it, but it's basically an attempt to entice people back to the high street shops and features four families - butchers, bakers, (not candlestickmakers!) grocers and an ironmonger (who did end up making candles actually)- going back over the decades and setting up shop using the conditions, ingredients and protocols of the time. Last night they were in the 1870s and the baker had a disastrous time producing burnt, yet raw on the inside, salty bread that no-one could eat.How that was supposed to entice the good folk of Shepton Mallet back to the high stree,God only knows - but anyway, that is exactly the sort of bread I wish on Dave at Central Bean!