Point Nepean – Melbourne

This is Point Nepean – where Mr. S and I went to 2 weeks ago here are other photos – ( not mine Images for Point Nepean.          This was one of my ‘ratty’ days however, you know the type you wake up you know the day won’t go well.  Firstly Mr. S suggested we go for a drive down there (yep all for it) then the time lapse between asking and actually getting out the door (resulted in a slightly grumpy Mr. S). Mr. S informed me that we would be doing some walking, some on beach some on tracks inland. Right flat shoes (relatively new) I donned, then out the door (finally). Then OMG I didn’t bring my notebook for writing (yes it goes everywhere) so quick? stop at the shops to get one. This is one of my photos (if it stays on the post that is)

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Off we went (I may add it was quite a warm day..actually bordering on hot). After an almost 1.5hour drive, we arrived. For some reason (known only to myself) I hated my new phone that day.. don’t ask but it was a piece of shite and I got angry with this inanimate object. I yelled at it, I accidentally dropped it and scratched it (which didn’t help my demeanour). The walk inland was buzzing with flies and tan-bark and sand. My new shoes!!!  We managed to walk to the end a few kms and look at the old Naval gun sites (did I mention it was originally a Naval Base?) Hmm possibly not, so through sand, bark, flies and blisters and taking ‘happy’ snaps along the way…this was our day. Mr. S in defence said “Well I looked at your shoes and they were flat so I assumed ok for walking”.   No honey they are new…they aren’t broken in or able to track through bushland. Thankfully there was a shuttle bus at the end as my blisters would not let me walk all the way back to the car.

We shall return when I am properly attired!

What irritates me # 3

December has certainly been a busy month for me – no not work – well the first few weeks of it – but I have blogged away merrily every day sometimes 7 a day.. with what you say?

 

Just stuff 🙂

This is another example – Pull up a comfy chair…

The other day I made the extremely brave move and went head first into modern technology and bought an IPhone 5. Now I am the kinda gal who was reasonably happy with her tiny button Nokia E71 even though I had to hold the phone at a distance so I could actually read the thumbnail size keys,  till the battery started dying on me.

Then it was a case of “Really why don’t you get an IPhone?” “Coz I don’t really need one that’s why”. “But there are so many apps you can have on them”. “Apps, Schnapps – why do I want an App that tells me what noises I make during my sleep, or how I’m going to look in 40 years from now – coz I won’t be here”. “Really mum…”

Ahh technology grabs us sooner or later and we are  forced cohersed into having the latest gadgetry , so yes I sucummbed. However this is not with this post is about…or is it?

Instead of walking into our the Mobile telephone dealer shop and standing around in a queue  for 20 minutes then going through the rigamarole of paperwork for an hour, I rang up the Telco. Mind you the staff of this Telco (like many others in Australia) have been transported have had their jobs made redundant and Sales and Customer Service  are moved to other countries.

I’m not naming which country, in case I offend anyone.

Anywhoo 3 hours later and 6 different departments and being hung up twice, it was ordered. They were advertising order by the 18th get it before Christmas. I ordered on the 18th and had one hell of time trying to actually receive by Christmas. “Oh no Miss Jenny the paperwork will take 5 – 10 working days”.

Not on the add.

Needless to say there was a considerable amount of fluffing around, annoyance (on my part) and frustration. This morning I received a text you phone will delivered to the local Post Office. Wonderful you say… no then she tells me I need the letter with the special bar code in order to pick that up and that will take yes 3-5 working days.

Not on the add or told to me during the ‘lengthy’ conversation.

So how does one get said phone BEFORE Christmas if I can’t pick it up until I get this letter (I was quite ummm irrate by this stage).

Hang on Miss Jenny.

Right then another 20 minutes…. could do my nails..

“Ok Miss Jenny – we will fax the letter to the Telco store, you pick that up (as if that is easy with Christmas shoppers in manic numbers) then you take that to the Post Office and you can collect”.

“Right” Miss Jenny said.

Sure enough within the hour the text came that the notification had been faxed to the Telco shop..off Mr. S and I went to collect (and had to do some more Xmas shopping of course) my idea not his.

Then onto the post office.

GIVE ME STRENGTH!!!

I walked in at 4.35pm. I walked out with phone at 5.10pm.

The idiot gentleman, I swear did not not know the computer system, 3 different forms of ID to collect said phone, which I had but he wouldn’t listen to me.

This went on…and on…and on…and on. I was losing it big time!

At 5.10 I walked out with my new technology under arm (after having to buy a cable to download all information off old phone into computer) so I could retrieve and put onto new phone (if it works that is).

I love technology…. I love Christmas……