Rambolic

So, I did a course the other month to become a Microsoft Certified Desktop Support Technician (w00t!) and I did some exam questions. I failed miserably. Basically they cram loads and loads of work into a week, and skim over each topic missing out loads of key info, then you do the exam and the questions relate to stuff you haven’t even seen. It didn’t fill me with confidence when I found out that the tutor on my course was a student on the same course when my colleague studied it a few weeks prior. Anyway, my manager wants me to study these books and take the exam next month. I say that’s harsh, but we’ll see how I go.

Well, I’ve almost got a copy of the release to manufacturer of Vista… it’s out of beta, and I’ve blagged a key from work. That means I get to play soon and run a demonstration on its features for the plebs I work with before we start selling it. I’ve never really done a training sesh before, basically because I hate PowerPoint (but also because I’ve never had anything to train people on). Should be fun. Here’s hoping it’ll work on my laptop. Was a bastard to install XP last time around.

We went to look at a house the other day to get an idea of what we can get for our money if we took out a mortgage. It was only a back to back jobber, but it was a decent size for one. Very tidy inside, nicely done out, etc. But the estate agent keep calling me constantly. It’s verging on annoying. I blame my mum for giving them my mobile number. They leave numerous voicemails daily asking me to call back. It must be quiet season. I’ve seen another similarly priced in a nearby village which looks nice. From the inside. The outside’s painted pink. Why would anybody do that?!

Went to the cinema the other night too. I wrote a letter of complaint today. Basically it was a new film, so it was busy. When we walked in we were about 10 minutes late so it was half way through the trailers. The place was packed out, apart from two rows of ‘premium’ seats, so I headed for them. The usher came over and checked my ticket and said we couldn’t sit there. He started walking off so I asked him if he would help us find somewhere to sit (isn’t that their fucking job??) and he pointed at a single seat. There was a girl in the seat next to it leaning onto her boyfriend. I explained there were two of us and needed two seats together, and he said “there’s two seats there, look…!” I said “well, if you ‘look’ you’ll see that there’s actually someone sat there! Can you help me find two seats?!” Not that hard… but he chose to walk off instead. Ugh.

I got my credit report today, which I’m going to show to my manager. With all the problems getting a new contract for my phone I need to clear some crappy data off there that’s making the checks fail. I don’t understand why if you have a few credit checks it makes your credit rating shit. Surely it should be down to how many times you actually take out credit. Anyway, my manager used to work at a bank so I’ll hopefully have it all in hand soon. All this for a bloody phone!