Let's take them one at a time. Forms. Somewhere in the middle of somewhere there is somewhere where someone somehow decides how to write forms. If anyone knows the whereabouts of that person, please tell me, or shoot them yourself. I think i have a fairly good idea how to find them though. I have a sneaky suspicion that If i browsed the Yellow Pages under 'Incompetent Businesses', somewhere between the Wembley contractors and the Postal Service i would find 'Incompetent Recruitment'. Never heard of them? I'm surprised, they tend to find staff regularly for the FA, ECB and NPower call centres amongst many others.
Anyway one of their main recruitment drives is the employing of totally and utterly useless and braindead people (If they can even be called that) to write forms. Now there seems to be a relationship between the importance and the incompetence. Usually if it is of little importance, there is only minor incompetence, and any that is present is of little consequence. However given the big forms, such as Student Loan forms, the incompetence is greatly increased. Examples? Well, firstly the fact that you have to fill one out every single year. Secondly, providing the most ambiguous questions ever written with answers that do not cover every possibility. Then there is the issue of not sending you to section 5, but not not sending you to question 5-shall i go?Shall i not? Arrghh!
Then I try and post the form. Now up until recently the postal service managed to contain its apparent incompetence by producing a fairly simple guidance system-no more I tell you. Between trying to work out whether the paper was 320 or 330mm long, guessing the weight?!? and working out how i wanted to send it, I somehow managed to ascertain that unless it was shaped like a origami swan, and between 32.5 and 34.3 grams it should cost me roughly 43p, provided of course it was under 5mm thick, and brown. Great-I'll just get my stamps-no wait...My stamps don't have the price on them-USEFUL-veeerrrry useful. So i stuck two on for good measure-licked, sticked and hoped like mad it'll get there.
And now onto my next topic exams. Not much to moan about here. But while I'm on a roll, the Dairylea award for cow of the month goes to the girl who stuck her hand up and moaned that her table was a little wonky-get over it! Every table in the place is wonky! Anyways, more a berating of myself here. I am going through a spell of no motivation at all. It'd better change soon or I'll be somewhere hanging around Desmond's arse in a few weeks (2:2 for those who haven't met Oli)
Ah well off to bed now. Long day tomorrow-well actually pretty much the same length as today...ahhh the predictability of life hey.
