Oct. 28th, 2008

thessalian: (innocent)
So I've been having bank card troubles for the last couple of days, and I couldn't for the life of me imagine why. I found out why last night, and now I'm in a bit of a quandary.

See, quite some while ago (like, two years ago now), I thought I might start up a Mage chat/forums RP of my very own; if you're on my journal rather than just reading friends list, look left and you will see City of Complications. That would have been it. Thing is, I could never make even forums work on the damn thing, and I eventually gave it up. Apparently, like an idiot, I never remembered to cancel the thing (which you can only do over the phone, yay). Now, one would think that one would get some kind of warning from the providers - like, "Hey, we're about to take something like eighty quid out of your account", or even something in writing that says, "Hey, this is notification that we're taking something like eighty quid out of your account". Except ... no. No, I only found this out when my card stopped working on reasonable sums and the 'something like eighty quid' renewal charge finally turned up on my account.

Now, okay, part of this is my fault for not paying more attention. However, one expects a fucking invoice at minimum. And my first reaction is "cancel the service, try to pry a refund out of people". After all, even if I did want to start that game up now, do I really want to use a net host that would charge me without even invoicing me? On my way to work this morning, though, I reconsidered. It's a week of me being skint, true, but I did want web space anyway, for podcasts and stuff for the HIPPIE writings. I can pay back what I had to borrow from the emergency kitty to top up my Oyster card this week on Friday (or, at worst, a week Friday) and it's looking like a five-day week this week (particularly if I top up my supply of Migraleve) so there'll be more coming in than there has been the last little while. And as domain names go, I could do a hell of a lot worse than "City of Complications" for HIPPIE. And it's an expense I don't have to worry about for another year. Besides, even if I do get a refund out of people, it probably won't hit my account until next week anyway.

So the dilemma - cancel the service and try to get a refund, at which point I'll have to go hunting for a new web host anyway when things are a little more settled? Or keep the service and actually use it for something I've intended to do for months anyway? It doesn't affect another week or so of tight personal finances, really, so ... why not actually use this reminder to start the project I've been talking about for months on end?

(Note: I wouldn't even be considering this if I hadn't already contributed to the household funds this week, or if this was going to affect my ability to do so next week. It isn't going to make an appreciable difference either way.)
thessalian: (NaNo Buggered)
There's never any room to put anything in this office - it's rather like my study. I handle the two most attended clinics in the department and I have about the same amount of shelf space as everyone else. Which means that I tend to get a lot of overflow, which ends up on and around my desk, which in turn ends up looking like I've put up fortifications. I call the resulting pile Mount Doom, and I despair of ever scaling it. It doesn't particularly help when one of my colleagues starts pulling stupid shit.

When I say "stupid shit", I mean the following:

Co-worker: "Have you got an extra letter in your last print job? Because I just printed something out and now I can't find the letter."
Me: "Sorry, nope - I collected my printouts about five minutes ago."
Co-Worker: "Well, will you just check?"
Me: (quick flick-through) "Nope, sorry."
Co-Worker: (put-upon huff) "Well, check more carefully; you have to have it! Oh, give them to me..."
Me: (Oooooookay...) "I'll just ... go check the other pile, just in case, but I don't think I have them, really..." (checks other pile) "No; sorry."
Co-worker: (goes through the pile I just looked through, huffs about the office for five minutes, and then...) "Oh, they were in my pile."
Me: "................." (WHY DID YOU NOT CHECK THERE FIRST?!?)

You can't tell people to wake up and smell the coffee here, though. Generally because you're too busy ... if you're doing it right. However, my dear co-workers have vacated for lunch. One I don't mind because she only just left and everyone needs a break. The other (Miss Huffy "WHERE'S MY LETTER?!?") left for lunch over an hour ago and has been in and out of this office ever since. This does not motivate me to work very hard - if she doesn't have to, why do I?

But then there is Mount Doom. I need to get rid of all these notes, if only so that this place doesn't become some kind of safety hazard. Why is it that I get the most work and the least support?

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