Phone Calls
Jun. 19th, 2004 11:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cosmic_llinStill can't quite believe how many phone calls I made yesterday.
First of all, as soon as I got up I had to call the bank, since they had sent me another nasty letter telling me I was overdrawn, when I wasn't. Turned out to be all due to bank error, which of course I knew all along, but the guy on the phone kept insisting that the problem was that I didn't know the difference between four-weekly and monthly, so my standing orders were going out at the wrong times. Grr.
Anyway, yesterday evening was hostel booking time, and when I called the hostel we had decided on, they were all booked up, even though it's over two weeks in advance. So I called all of the cheap hostels in the South East of England, only to find that not one of them had room for us on every night we needed.
In desperation, I called Becky and suggested that we pick a hostel in some other part of the country. Really wanted to go to Hathersage, home of Little John and bits of Jane Eyre, but could not get trains on the right times for love nor money (while calling hostel, was simultaneously looking for train tickets online).
Eventually found a hostel that could be reached easily and cheaply by train. Called them and held my breath as the girl went: 'Yes, the fourth is free... the fifth is free... the sixth is free... oh, wait, no, I mean... yes, the seventh is free too.' Then had to exhale due to the fact that I was nearly going blue with the suspense. So booked those nights sharpish, used my stepdad's credit card to book train tickets, because of paranoid fear that if I waited and went to the station tomorrow they would all be gone.
Called Becky to let her know it was all settled, then called Poppy for a long chat about the virtues of Alan Rickman, the Harry Potter film, Season 4 on M*A*S*H and outrageous HP theories for books 6 and 7.
Actually topped up my phone yesterday morning, but it's looking like I'm going to have to do it again now!
First of all, as soon as I got up I had to call the bank, since they had sent me another nasty letter telling me I was overdrawn, when I wasn't. Turned out to be all due to bank error, which of course I knew all along, but the guy on the phone kept insisting that the problem was that I didn't know the difference between four-weekly and monthly, so my standing orders were going out at the wrong times. Grr.
Anyway, yesterday evening was hostel booking time, and when I called the hostel we had decided on, they were all booked up, even though it's over two weeks in advance. So I called all of the cheap hostels in the South East of England, only to find that not one of them had room for us on every night we needed.
In desperation, I called Becky and suggested that we pick a hostel in some other part of the country. Really wanted to go to Hathersage, home of Little John and bits of Jane Eyre, but could not get trains on the right times for love nor money (while calling hostel, was simultaneously looking for train tickets online).
Eventually found a hostel that could be reached easily and cheaply by train. Called them and held my breath as the girl went: 'Yes, the fourth is free... the fifth is free... the sixth is free... oh, wait, no, I mean... yes, the seventh is free too.' Then had to exhale due to the fact that I was nearly going blue with the suspense. So booked those nights sharpish, used my stepdad's credit card to book train tickets, because of paranoid fear that if I waited and went to the station tomorrow they would all be gone.
Called Becky to let her know it was all settled, then called Poppy for a long chat about the virtues of Alan Rickman, the Harry Potter film, Season 4 on M*A*S*H and outrageous HP theories for books 6 and 7.
Actually topped up my phone yesterday morning, but it's looking like I'm going to have to do it again now!
