No sooner had I got things working, started singing the praises of the new hosting company and started to feel pretty satisfied with myself then they go and cut me off for not paying the bills. Hmm! I did. I swear. I set my credit card details up in their little control panel thing – double checked everything but they still cut me off without a word! I’ll be watching them, the bastards.
I rang their billing department and got it sorted out but a word or two in advance would have been nice. Too much to ask?
I’ve had a busy week, but at long last the project that I’ve been working on since last August went live! Hopefully that’ll be the end of commuting to The City each day, a truly dreadful 2-hour-plus-each-way journey that manages to bore, tire and irritate you all at once all for the low low price of £26 for the train and £11 for parking. Talking to some of the people in the bank I was working at, the older ones were comparing commutes with mine (mine was considered pretty tough), but there were worse cases. Some of them seems to consider the amount of daily suffering they endure as some sort of badge of honour – 6 hours per day for 15 years made one old boy the silverback of the group. The alpha male of work travel suffering. I didn’t want to be too rude and point out the futility of the whole thing, they do pay the wages after all.
House moving could be back on. A few viewings, including one family that came back three times in all, so they must have some interest. We’ll see, I’m still slightly hopeful…..
