I tried to avoid it. Really I did. But they give me no choice. Phone rant incoming. Run while you can...or in Iron's case, roll man, roll for the hills!!! You have been warned. Actually, it's not that bad after. Just felt like rambling a bit. Here it goes.
So I lost my phone. Never happened before, but always a first time I suppose. I had to be creative about it and lose mine while in England this past week-end. Friday night to be exact. In a random taxi on our way home from a night out. As ya do. Will NEVER again use that handbag. Knew I wasn't reliable with something that doesn't have a zip.
Anyway, we discovered the loss mid day on Saturday. It occurred to me I hadn't heard from anyone. No texts or calls had beeped out from the handbag all morning. My phone is usually as busy as our house. This was odd. So I go to check said handbag. No phone. That would explain the silence. Marv. Quick search around Ger's place and then the penny drops. The 'thud' we'd heard on the taxi floor at 1:30am wasn't 'nothing'. It was more than likely my phone. lol Doh.
So I go to the Meteor website and send them an email. 'Please and thank you disco the bill pay phone. Will be in touch when I return home.' Only they send me an auto-reply email saying, 'We'll get back to you within 48 hours.' If I wait 48 hours, I am liable to be billed for calls to every corner of the fecking planet. Not happening. Phone them up instead and get it sorted.
This morning I phoned the local shop and they asked me to print off a claim form from the net, get it signed by the local police and bring it in. No problem. Except that the local officer felt the need to berate me for the bones of five minutes over the issue of jurisdiction.
'Lost it in England, should have gone to English police.'
'Form says go to local police as it's only a loss, not theft or aggravated damage. No crime committed so no jurisdiction issue.' (I've more than my fair share of expertise on that topic lately)
And round and round we went. Sigh. He must have had a really bad week-end. Luckily I hadn't and was as nice as could be with Mr. Grumpy. Eventually he gave in and spent less than a minute signing and stamping the form.
'Yer a star. Thanks for that!'
Off I went to Killarney with it. Met my favourite store manager on the planet. Really...he is absolutely BRILLIANT! Granted we deal with him all the time. Five people in the one house with phones. Add the in-laws into the mix too just for fun. He's our guy. He had me sorted out in no time with a new SIM card registered in a fully charged loaner phone. Got to keep my same number and he had the block removed. I can return in a day or two to pick up my new HTC, no hassles. Happy days.
Except, remember that email I'd sent on Saturday?
Yep. About the time I landed home, happily storing numbers of popes, bishops and priests (that's another story) onto my new SIM...I received an email. Niamh from Meteor was delighted to inform me she'd received my email and had duly blocked my number. The one I'd had unblocked just a couple of hours ago. Only the wee darlin' hadn't bothered to check my records before she went about it. Cheers. Luckily a quick phone call later with Aaron had me sorted.
So now I must wait for the insurance crowd to give the nod and I'm good to go. Should only be a day or two. In the meantime I've all sorts of religious types sending me texts saying to be sure I add them. You lot are total nutters! lol
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