The 500

11 and 12 April – Started the morn with an interesting bidness meeting to discuss the future of messengering (at least in relation to me) and spent a lot of money on coffee throughout the day.  Did see Paul Keating sneaking into his place of residence which wasn’t really that interesting when it comes down to it.  The XDA which still hadn’t been fixed since they f**ked with it last Monday was dying a slow death and eventually ceased functioning altogether and in the end I had to make the journey out to Banksmeadow for a third time to resolve it.  An unnamed gentleman back at the base was tasked with sorting it out and he reinstalled the applications, switched batteries over, used different XDAs, gave me a new number (no longer Rider 504 but now The 500) but despite me telling him over and over again that it was almost definitely the SIM card (did the Sherlock Holmes deduction – eliminate everything until you’ve got your answer) he refused to accept it and even when he eventually agreed to sub the SIM he kept on putting my original one back in.  It’s a new SIM card ... Are you sure?  Yes, I put it in.  Try calling the old number ... Ring ring ... It’s the old f**kin’ thing!!!  Idiot.  Eventually got it working with a new device, new number, new SIM and new install.  Couldn’t they have done this last week???  Got a lift back into town with a very nice driver who happened to be a Christian (you don’t believe in Jesus man???  Wow!  You seem like such a nice guy) and then hung around town for an hour doing absolutely nothing.  Spent the evening on the north side where I abused my host’s larder in return for limited IT support and other essential services which were reciprocated in kind and actually got a mostly decent sleep which was needed because the next day was a complete waste of time.  Thinking that a working XDA would actually make things all work out was extremely wishful thinking because you need a working dispatcher which we don’t have.  An almost complete BST/STD of a day compounded with shocking routing (as per usual) and a completely idiotic over reaction to a joke ... Just dropped off at 201 Kent and was assigned a pickup from 201 Kent a minute or two later ... Picked it up, sent a message ‘Too far!!!’ and promptly found it taken off me by the time I’d got to the destination.  I didn’t see it as a joke.  Well, that’s because you’re a f**king idiot!!!  I should really learn how to take this stuff with a grain of salt but it’s very frustrating.  Almost takes the joy out of the job, almost.