ARGH!

The mattress has arrived, at half past six this morning (which no doubt is "between 7am and 2pm" as promised). Except that it's not a 180cm x 200cm mattress. No, it's two 90cm x 200cm mattresses sold as a unit. Despite no word of this small detail being mentioned in the catalogue or visible on the showroom floor.

Now, I can return this (and probably make them eat the delivery charge if I try hard enough), and have no bed by Friday. Or I can put up with this fucking crap object. Fuck.

Update, 2:20pm: Just called to whine. They took all details (including that I want the delivery refunded) and said I will receive a call back from the store within 72 hours, whereupon I can argue further. I'd rather the lump of cash now, but this way will cause them slightly more pain, which is of course more educational.

Schadenfreude in the workplace:

Being the Unix admin when the Exchange server goes south. The message store got randomly corrupted during this morning's backup. This means that the UK office's entire email, calendar and contact store up to the end of yesterday is now buried in a single huge encrypted proprietary lump. I've actually had to work at keeping the little smile off my face. <nelson>HA-ha!</nelson>

And prisoner FF8282 is not only still in jail, but on his way to entering the language.