Christmas Rant, Everyone's a Cant
My mum thought it was one of her friends and answered it. In fact, it was a f***ing client who wanted to 'borrow' me for 10 minutes this evening to sort out a few problems on a website he had been working on yesterday - yes - this sad bastard was actually working on a website on Christmas Day. I have no doubt that this 10 minute call would be during a film or just as I am asleep.
I was so annoyed I actually burst into tears and threw the cordless phone across the room in anger. I feel it a real invasion of privacy and incredibly rude for someone to think that I will happily drop everything to help him with a f***ing website that I'm actually doing for free for them, will get no credit because he will not even mention me. I need to retreat to the peace, quiet and stress-free privacy of my home every now and then, and I would have thought that Christmas of all times would be the time that I could have relied on clients leaving me alone for a bit.
Friends yes - clients no.
My mum dropped a bombshell within seconds of this - her PC's not starting properly. We had an hour long power cut last night, and although there's a surge protector strip on the PC power, it's a strange coincidence. It's the file in c:\windows\system32\config\system that is corrupt. A Windows restore from CD didn't help.
I go to wash the salt off my car, and notice someone's scraped their car along the back bumper at the side, no doubt when trying to park at the shopping centre. Thanks for leaving a note.
Then today I'm on my way to the retail park with my mum and my dog to get him some treats. The traffic is appauling. Then someone cuts me up with inches to spare. Not good. He then leaves huge gaps in front of him, just so that he can speed up to fill them, rather than goinng with the flow of traffic. He then deliberately stops when the light is on green at a roundabout, so I peep at him in case he hasn't seen (perhaps he had, but he was being a prick). I turn off into the car park, which has no spaces, then see this angry idiot walking towards my car with his wife behind him. It is the same idiot man. He opens my car door - rather aggressive, I thought - and asks me what my problem is. Recognising that this bald neandethal doesn't appear to want to enter into a debate about driving like a cock-end but would rather use fists, I simply close the door and speed away. However, the gridlocked traffic in the car park doesn't allow me to make such a quick exit. By this time I've locked the car doors, yet the idiot sees it fit to try and enter my car again. He pulled the door handle so that it needed mending, then hit the side of my car in frustration.
Well, so much for the spirit of man at this festive time!
What other shoppers would have thought seeing this I don't know. Shortly after the incident, I wondered what the idiot would have done had I
a) pulled out a knife
b) pulled out a gun
c) pulled out a camera and started filming him
d) sprayed his face with pepper spray
e) tasered him
This is an incident of road rage which will go unreported.