I'm NOT in the least superstitious so Friday 13th never bothers me but it's not been a good day! First thing was sickness cover for a class, but that's not unusual and no big deal so I covered - second thing was that our college's very pompous health and safety officer with an even more arrogant visiting Fire inspector threatened to 'shut down' all 4 of our mac labs....can you imagine how that would impact on the students...my boss was incandescent with rage
I'm not going to bore you with the reasons for the H & S guy's threat, but trust me - It's no big deal ... and then a bit more stuff happened I could have done without... but hey, that's the job and nothing to do with Friday 13th.
Then I got home - and couldn't actually get into our house because our MAD mail delivery guy had decided to slam shut our storm doors to protect our mail and now no one could get into the house!! - I mean WHY would he do this? Who wants to run up our path in a safe suburban area and steal our crappy mail consisting of free mail order catalogues and information about bowel screening ( true!) and even if there was someone who wanted to break into our house - it's up to us to lock up - not Mr. anal-lock-up-postie to decide!
I was so ANGRY!!! I was tired, it was dark and damp so I tried to kick the door open - then I went to our local police station and asked a young woman police officer if she could arrange for someone to kindly break into our house! - I was thinking I needed the kind of equipment that they use when they are doing a drugs bust, that big thing you see on crime TV when they bust open the door in two secs...I was imagining two large guys with a battering ram kind of thing forcing their way through our storm doors; but she looked at me as if I had arrived from Mars - or channel MAD... I mean, HELLO, doesn't she watch television??
During my explanation about the mad postie and my plans about how they/police could help me get in to my house ( ... to blank police officer) my DH rang me to calmly let me know that he had arranged a locksmith to come to the house...trust him to be soooooo sensible - so I just smiled sweetly at her and said (threatened?) I would be back if the locksmith didn't get us in....I'm sure I saw her smirk...
Well, after waiting around two hours ( in our friend's house with lots of sympathy and red wine ) the locksmith arrived and voila - we are in..........
Just had to vent...
Fiona
