February 18th, 2005

Random - Trees

Just one of those days.

First things first:

HAPPY (non) BIRTHDAY, SWEET!



Your card should arrive tomorrow with any luck.  If I send it in June I'll have lost it by March. :)

Today both Zoe and Cynthia were on leave, which meant that it was just me, Sandra and new girl, Amanda, in the office.  And as usual, when people phone up the switchboard, the switchboard put them through to me, as I'm first alphabetically... but more about that in a moment.

Vicky texted me to ask if she could stay tonight as she and her friend, Laura, were going to be going to the 'gales to see Andy (Scott-Lee; brother of Lisa Scott-Lee of Steps... it's complicated...) and needed somewhere to sleep.  So I phoned my mum to ask if that would be okay, and texted Vicky back.  About half an hour later the whole thing had been called off as the gig had been cancelled.  Or something.  It was all insanely random and I'm still not sure what was going on.  Vicky was going to come up here anyway, but I really do need (not want) to see my father this weekend or he's going to get suspicious if I keep making excuses.  So, yeah.  Random.

Anyway, the switchboard incident.  It pretty much went like this:

Phone: *rings*
Caroline-in-admin: I've got Angry McCallerton1 on the phone.  She wants to talk to someone in Child Protection.
Me: *internal sigh*  All right, put her through. *waits*  Hello, how can I help?
Angry McCallerton: Hello?  Who's that?
Me: *tells her my name*
Angry McCallerton: I want to talk to someone high up!
Me: Er, well, none of our Chairs are here today.
Angry McCallerton: Well, who can I talk to!  This is important!
Me: Well-
Angry McCallerton: I want to talk to Owen Pearson!2  *goes off on one.  I don't remember much of what she said, as it was very fast and loud and I was, by this stage, panicking.  I remember something about "you took my child into care when there was a diagnosis!" (whatever that means) and something about "I've found something out, something that's been going on since 1988!".  Your guess is as good as mine.*
Me: *not about to put some crazy woman through to the manager*  I'm not in a position to put you through to Owen Pearson.
Angry McCallerton: What's your position?
Me: I'm just the typist... *I must've sounded terrified, because...*
Angry McCallerton: *pauses*  Oh.  I'm sorry, I'm not shouting at you, but this is very important.
Me: Okay, well, I can put you through to his secretary.  I don't know if Owen's even in today.  But, uh, bear with me, because my phone's not working very well.  *This bit's true: the transferring button has been playing up recently.*
Calmer McCallerton:  *less annoyed, partially amused*  All right.  Thank you.

Luckily enough for me, the transfer button worked, and Jean (Owen's secretary) was in.  So I let her take over.  At least, I hope so... I hope I didn't cut the angry lady off.

I think I was still shaking about 20 minutes later.  I do not do well when confronted, though at least she calmed down when she realised I couldn't actually help her.  Gah.  Upon checking - as her name was familiar - I discovered she was the mother of one of the children on the register... in fact, I think the child's been de-registered and is back living with her, so Christ knows what's going on...  Hopefully Zoe can find out through the grapevine next week...

So, that was interesting.  Other than that I was engaged in a Buffy quotes quiz with a girl on the message board, and very little else.  Which was bad, because I have lots of distributions to do.  But, guh, tired.

Tonight I will Do Stuff:

~ do the thing for Eni that I was meant to finish at Christmas, dammit
~ plus a love-post
~ get more MH screencaps
~ do some of Come Forward, and hopefully finish chapter bloody 7.  Once I get to the good bit it'll be fine; it's the 'reading' section that's impossible.

1Name changed to protect the innocent.
1Owen is the manager of HoB.
Photo - leaves

Just out of interest...

A thing stolen from herringprincess:

If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.

Gwan!

PS: frightened, the cheque for the Cirque du Soleil tickets will be coming soon, I promise.  Except we may have to find someone else to give David's ticket to, as we've all just realised it's mother's day on March 6th and he might have to do his sonly duty.  I'll keep you posted, though.  And this, therefore, is an open invitation...
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