Frustration

Today has been a day of much frustration. Nothing bad happened, just ended up in a pile of bureaucracy, ineptitude and annoyance.

I was feeling rather pleased with myself too. There’s a saying in there. Something about pride and falls. Don’t quote me though.

I ordered two pairs of jeans from Next for my trip to Naples. Have I mentioned I’m going on holiday?! Anyway, I asked for them to be delivered to the nearest store today so I could pack them. Got a text this morning telling me they’d delivered them to the wrong store. And they would be at the right store within 48 hours. Ummmm that’s cutting it fine. Called and was told they’d gone to Kent! Not close then. And none of the three Next stores in Norwich had jeans in my size. Apparently size 8 tall is a minority size. Go figure!

Then I was rather pleased with myself for doing my personal tax return without having a meltdown and before the deadline. Only to find that they had charged me interest cause I hadn’t paid enough tax ready to pay my tax for a bill I hadn’t had. Honestly, it’s a dumb system. How can they expect you to pay tax on money you haven’t actually earned yet?! The joys of running your own business huh? Tried to call to discuss it. Their phone lines were down. So tried Live Chat. After an argument with their not so helpful bot, I eventually got into the human advisor queue. I was 142! Oh dear lord. Finally spoke to someone who told me that I should have known. And it wasn’t their fault they didn’t remind me. But it’s OK for them to send me near daily emails in January. Oh and they don’t give you interest on the money you pay in advance. Again, go figure.

The final straw was decanting my shampoo, conditioner and shower gel into the right sized bottles for the flights. I get there are rules, but once more the masses have to jump through hoops. It’s not the easiest job. So took longer than I thought. I didn’t have a ziplock bag so put them in another bag till I get to the airport and put them in the official ziplock bag.

I also woke up feeling decidedly crappy so that’s not helping my mood. Why do you end up being ill before you go on holiday?! Don’t answer that. I know. I really need a holiday…!