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On 06/02/2023 at 00:53, Tipstaff said:

Younger, fitter, healthier work colleagues who do a fraction of the time and quantity and quality of work I put in and just get away with it!

Is it an age thing? Where is their work ethic/pride?

A younger generation.

Maybe they're wise to the fact that 'working for the man' is a mug's game that just gets you exploited these days... 

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On 05/02/2023 at 20:53, horribleblob said:

Haha! Lucky you.

My passport photo makes me look like a member of one of those dysfunctional bank robbery gangs from a late 50s/early 60s comedy/drama film – the slow-thinking, ex-pugilist with a heart of gold but who loves his mam.

I'm going to give you a promotion.  You can be Sergeant Otis from Richard Diamond, Private Detective :D .

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On 05/02/2023 at 20:53, horribleblob said:

Haha! Lucky you.

My passport photo makes me look like a member of one of those dysfunctional bank robbery gangs from a late 50s/early 60s comedy/drama film – the slow-thinking, ex-pugilist with a heart of gold but who loves his mam.

I'm just glad I'm on the inside of my face, and not on the outside........

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When you deal with the aftermath of a death you don't expect a sunshine and roses experience; you expect it to be pretty crappy, and it was.  But what you do expect is professional competence from the companies you have to deal with. 

 

Let's start this gripe session off with a couple of plaudits:

 

Sheffield City Council council tax department: you might be old school to the point of paper forms and brusqueness, but you are extremely efficient.  So well done to them. 

 

BT: you are efficient, with the added bonus of being sympathetic and courteous.  Your follow-up phone call was a nice touch.

 

And now to the less than stellar performer: Barclays.  Obstacle course level of hoop erection.  Think I lost a few pounds with all that jumping.

 

And finally, the **** off into a bin award goes to:  E.On.  I have paragraphs to write about the incompetence of this company.  Paragraphs.  But I'll spare you the details.  At one point in a conversation I just  stared, speechless, at the phone in absolute WTF astonishment.  I'm sure it will be amusing, eventually, but at the moment I'm agog at the multiple layers of absolute weapons grade ****ery involved with dealing with it.  

 

Anyone else feeling like a bit of a gripe and grumble today?

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On 02/08/2022 at 18:51, Hecate said:

What's annoyed you today?  What do you want to have a bit of a moan about?

 

Today I want to moan about the following:

 

Marks & Spencer: Your t-shirts are rubbish now.  I've bought the same basic black v-neck t-shirts for ages.  Over the years the fabric has become thinner and thinner and the fit is... random.  And the same for your joggers, which are also now rubbish.  And why do you put a giant wedge of cucumber on your otherwise most excellent wraps so I have to pick it out and even then it still tastes of the evil stuff?

 

Sloggi:  Your pants are expensive rubbish now.  Thinner fabric, and reduced seam allowance so the fabric comes away from the elastic after a few washes,

 

Adobe: You are greedy and your subscription model kicked me over to Affinity.

 

Affinity:  Why have I got roughly 308 different layers now?  Do you add them when I'm not looking?  Do you shuffle them about while I'm getting my lunch?

 

Until tomorrow then.

 

 

OOOh,   I like that

 

How brilliant to be rid of your pet hates all at once.

 

Only trouble is,  I daren't even start or I'll be sat here until  dawn tomorrow and probably take 3 pages up on my own.

 I always felt extremely sorry for Victor Meldrew because many of his hates seemed to coincide with mine.

And, why does everything you buy these days,  have to keep bleeping at you?

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2 hours ago, Hecate said:

When you deal with the aftermath of a death you don't expect a sunshine and roses experience; you expect it to be pretty crappy, and it was.  But what you do expect is professional competence from the companies you have to deal with. 

 

Let's start this gripe session off with a couple of plaudits:

 

Sheffield City Council council tax department: you might be old school to the point of paper forms and brusqueness, but you are extremely efficient.  So well done to them. 

 

BT: you are efficient, with the added bonus of being sympathetic and courteous.  Your follow-up phone call was a nice touch.

 

And now to the less than stellar performer: Barclays.  Obstacle course level of hoop erection.  Think I lost a few pounds with all that jumping.

 

And finally, the **** off into a bin award goes to:  E.On.  I have paragraphs to write about the incompetence of this company.  Paragraphs.  But I'll spare you the details.  At one point in a conversation I just  stared, speechless, at the phone in absolute WTF astonishment.  I'm sure it will be amusing, eventually, but at the moment I'm agog at the multiple layers of absolute weapons grade ****ery involved with dealing with it.  

 

Anyone else feeling like a bit of a gripe and grumble today?

Couldn't agree with you more. 

I've recently gone through a very similar experience, and when your emotions are raw, it matters.

Sorry for your loss.

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3 hours ago, Hecate said:

When you deal with the aftermath of a death you don't expect a sunshine and roses experience; you expect it to be pretty crappy, and it was.  But what you do expect is professional competence from the companies you have to deal with. 

 

Let's start this gripe session off with a couple of plaudits:

 

Sheffield City Council council tax department: you might be old school to the point of paper forms and brusqueness, but you are extremely efficient.  So well done to them. 

 

BT: you are efficient, with the added bonus of being sympathetic and courteous.  Your follow-up phone call was a nice touch.

 

And now to the less than stellar performer: Barclays.  Obstacle course level of hoop erection.  Think I lost a few pounds with all that jumping.

 

And finally, the **** off into a bin award goes to:  E.On.  I have paragraphs to write about the incompetence of this company.  Paragraphs.  But I'll spare you the details.  At one point in a conversation I just  stared, speechless, at the phone in absolute WTF astonishment.  I'm sure it will be amusing, eventually, but at the moment I'm agog at the multiple layers of absolute weapons grade ****ery involved with dealing with it.  

 

Anyone else feeling like a bit of a gripe and grumble today?

All I can suggest is ask to speak to their specialist Bereavement team when you ring places, rather than deal with the first person you get through to. It may help, it may not. 

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