Pete Tong1

Today has been one of those days.

The first thing we discovered on arrival at work this morning, was that Diane, Lord of the Tea Kitty2, had taken a week’s holiday: No tea bags, coffee, milk, biscuits, bread or buns :-( . I dunno, and we pay a pound a month – each – for this kind of shoddy service.

At lunchtime I finally decided to do something about my PIN code for my new credit card: In line with the instructions, I’d carefully shredded the letter telling me what the code was – unfortunately I discovered, the first time I tried to use it, that I’d omitted the rather crucial stage of memorising the number first. According to my statement, I could get the PIN displayed on screen via the card issuer’s website – it sounds a bit insecure, but you need information from the last two statements AND the card itself, so I suppose unless you’re really careless with what you do with things, it’s safe enough. Anyway, it turned out to be a bit like one of those Russian matroshka dolls: Every time you get through one layer of security questions and precautions, there’s another layer beneath. Eventually, you get to the bit where it says “Click here to display your PIN on screen”, to be told…

Sorry, the server is down at this time. Please try again later

I opted for the “notify me by post” option instead.

Mind you, m’colleague Graham’s credit card story is better than mine: He used his in a cashpoint at the weekend, and it came back out with one corner missing.

1 For my forrin readers…it’s rhyming slang. “It’s gone Pete Tong” means “It’s all gone wrong”
2 I know it should be “Lady of the Tea Kitty”, but it didn’t sound right. Besides, she isn’t.

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