This is my HQ angel, she is calm, she is serine and she looks down on me as I beaver away sewing my scenty things and listening to radio 2. She almost raised an eyebrow yesterday.
Yesterday I was not calm, oh no, I was stressed, hyper and I am ashamed to say I went into complete melt-down. The cause (does there need to be one these days?) was my streamline machine that does the business credit card payments. For months now it has been a tad temperamental. Sometimes it works okay and other times it just stops and you have to start all over again, and again, and again. Well on Monday it gave up the ghost completely and threw up its little wires in surrender. I phoned streamline and they said it was just old (know the feeling) and an engineer would be out on Tuesday to replace it. Yesterday morning said engineer dutifully arrived, and within a matter of minutes had whipped out the old machine and plugged in a shiny new one. He leaves.An hour later my friend Fi phones to ask me to email a photo to her. No probs, scamper into house and go on line. Well try to go on line, no internet. Check everything, no broadband coming through. Phone internet supplier, all okay their end. Their phone person asks if anything in the phone area has changed today. Oh no, my heart sinks, the card machine. He suggests maybe the engineer has taken my filter on end of his wire on old machine. Phone steamline, after the usual assault course of pressing the appropriate buttons before you are permitted to speak to a real human and got just a tad stressed in the process, I ask if the guy had my broadband filter. 'We'll find out' they say.Hours pass, nobody phones back, I phone them again. Argument arises re filters, wires, broadband in general, me in particular and they can't find their engineer. Meanwhile my lovely Fi phones me back and is a real brick, she does not utter those dreaded words 'calm down', no, she makes suggestions, backs me up, agrees they are all morons and goes off to try to find out if we can get another filter. It is at this point that a shop I have returned a top to two weeks ago, phones to say they haven't got it and I can't get my refund. Did I send it registered, of course not, I was in a rush and sent it out with normal post. 'Ah well we can't do anything it is your own loss'. This is all too much, I have had enough, I feel lump in throat and realise I am stressed out beyond endurance. A computer problem, a lost package/money and I am over the top. Things I should be able to deal with have got the better of me. I know it is the work situation/life etc that is causing this and I am powerless to help myself. I feel I have to grit teeth and just get through the next 3 months til Christmas, I am looking to Christmas as a child awaits santa, only I await the peace of filled orders, finished fairs and hopefully (oh please hopefully) all bills paid and some money for me. In the meantime it is meltdown in HQ and my stone (well looks like stone anyway) angel looks at me with pity in her dead eyes, why does this silly human shriek, shout, swear and sob? Ah, it is the four S of stress, we angels know nothing of that, she goes back to sleep.
Engineer phones. At last, I am gibbering now. He assures me that there is no extra box thing on his wire and that my broadband should work. I give up all pretense at normality and he hears me sob. 'I'll be over as soon as I finish this job' he says. What a hero.5pm, my hero arrives. He shows me the old machine, there is no filter box or anything attached, can't be that. He unplugs the phone, fiddles with wires, uses tester machines and generally gets right in there. He then notices that I have an extension on my phone socket and my netgear box plugged in elsewhere. 'Lets try moving the box' okay we do, it works. Seems that in changing the machine over, the old machine must have had the last laugh and somehow knocked out the power within the wiring thus killing broadband. A sort of 'get rid of me and I'll kill your computer' type thing.My joy knows no bounds, engineer backs off swiftly when offered coffee, think he thinks this is complete mad house and best to quit while ahead.I celebrate by emailing Fi and sending the long awaited photo she asked for. Idgy brings her mum a glass of wine.Back to 'normal'.