But it started off so well!

Welcome to Mini Sprog's Blog. Sproglet is my sister you see, and I have laughed so much I cried reading her blog and would like to try my own brand... here it goes!

Today was a good day at work... and believe you me that those are few and far between at the moment! I think perhaps the only downer was that I kept thinking it was Friday today and I had the weekend to look forward to, a weekend of no set plans that I could relax and enjoy...but no, it's only Thursday gawd-dammit.

So anyway... good day. Had got most of my work done for the day and was looking forward to a night in chilling, until I remembered I had to trek to Holborn to pick up some clippers for John (my boyf). Having been at his house on Tuesday his broken clippers were waved frantically in my face with a distraught expression to boot. "Yeeeeees?" I said *more frantic waving* "what do I do, they're broken?", well you see there are two options, you get a part or you buy a new one. Hence me trekking to Holborn to get him the new option. But... and here is the eureka moment! I decided to be lazy and check the website (argos that is) to see if they had miraculously had a delivery at my local store... and OH YEAH! OH YEAH OH YEAH! 3 in stock, one of them is mine baby! So you see... my day just got even better.

Off I trot with a spring in my step, occassionally stopping to grind a lampost to the tune of "3" by Britney Spears to Argooooos in search of clippers. Having zig-zagged through the maze of Chuggers ranting phrases like "no thank you" "must go" "meeting somebody" "DONT FRICKIN TOUCH ME" I make it into the safe haven of artificial christmas trees and cheap toys that is Argos at Christmas-time.

I know what I want... I reserv-id-id it, I even have a number and everything! But I go to the catalogue anyway for some light reading and to see if there is anything else I can pick up whilst I am there. Having flicked through I now have a ticket with my reservation number and 3 other items on it... on the way I had been pondering how I would pay the cashier with my reservation number, could they tap it in and find it or did I have to use one of the auto machines? But now I have the ticket... and it has a little box at the top for reservation numbers, once again, things are coming together.

.... then it all went downhill

... firstly a lady races me to the back of the queue, well I was walking and she skipped in front of me, rude! Then I am left to sweat in the queue looking at all the impulse purchase buys that my god-daughters would love screaming silently to myself "you've finished their present, don't do it". Thankfully I can now escape to the till, I smile sweetly at Grace (yeah I checked the badge) and proudly hand over my neatly filled out ticket, my smile fades when I realise she is starring at me like I have a booger hanging out my nose. Oh yes, I am wearing my red glasses today, why oh why do people look at me funny in my red glasses. Now the weird part begins:

*tap tap tap*
"You've ordered the Dunlop bag"
"Yep"
"Colour may vary from that shown in the catalogue"
"ok"

*tap tap tap*
"You've ordered the Handy Manny Radio/TV kit"
"Yea"
"not sure which one you will get"
"Herm... alright"

*tap tap tap*
"You've ordered the clipper set"
"Yes"
"The items in the box may differ from that in the catalogue"
"what?"
"the items in the box..."
"yes i heard you, but what is the point"
"i dont know"
"can i refund it if it's not what i want"
"yea"
"fine then"

I am thinking to myself... is there any point in having the catalogue, if I am risking a lottery of any item turning up mascarading as something I have ordered then why should I even bother to look??

5 minutes later I am sitting on my cruddy chair waiting for my number to called. I am one of those people, those highly unlucky people, whose numbers are always called about 10 minutes before any of my items come out... so I take my time. My number comes up... I pretend I didnt hear it, it's only when the lady starts frantically waving my bag around that I approach the pick-up point and thrust my receipt across the desk.

Inevitably there are only two items of the 4 I ordered out, but wait... there's another one... falling slowly to the floor after someone smacked it with a 17kg exercise bike. Argos lady picks up said fallen toy and puts it infront of me;

"this is yours"
"no it's not"
"you ordered it"
"I ordered a new one" *points out crappy tape job and crushed corners"
"hmmm"

I am then ignored for 30 minutes while she serves up to number 62 (I am 31) before I snap and say in a very British manner "excuse me"... yes that is me snapping! Do you think perhaps you could complete my order NOOOOOOWWWWW.

But I am home now... safe in my room surrounded by my purchases, all of which are in relatively good condition considering the Argos lady tried her best to break everything whilst putting it in my hideously coloured carrier bag.

I have many other ideas floating in my tiny pea brain for blogs, but I shall save those for later!