It looks like my holiday has just been cancelled by a bunch of men in suits. Phone calls will ensue as per usual. *sigh* Price Waterhouse Coopers have cancelled all Ansett flights.
I don't know how much more of this I can take. I'm sitting here at work like a zombie not knowing what to do or where to turn. I think the enormity of world news in the last few days has begun to sink in. I've just been ripped off from my holiday in December, I found out yesterday that my grandad died back in Northern Ireland, and just when I thought I was dealing with things, I get a phone call from my friendly mobile phone company B, wanting to renew my contract. I'm not in the mood to give a background, but to say that their customer service and accounts standards are appalling would be the understatement of the century. That company have so ripped me off that I can't believe they want to do it even more. I think I surprised the poor customer service person who was just given a bunch of post-contract names to call, I think.
I just feel wasted, I want to go home, I want to hug somebody, I don't know what, i just cannot stay where I am doing what I am doing.