Well, the hard work bit first of all.
Regular readers (with an attention span of around a week) may recall the humungous transfer of codes and balances that I masterfully achieved last week. It was supposedly double checked and looked at by the senior accountant, so all should have been in order.
I got a shout this morning from one of my really pointy haired bosses. "It's all wrong" quoth she. "It's got the wrong names on the accounts and I can't trust it. You'll have to delete the whole thing and redo it from scratch".
Hearing that a major update to the accounts system that I am responsible for is potentially up the swanee is not the sort of thing calculated to get my day off to a flying start. I did a little bit of forensic checking. She was quite correct - the account that she had spotted did appear to have changed name since it had been transferred across. A random sample of other codes looked to be ok though. I checked the audit trail for that code and noticed that it had indeed been correct at the time of transfer but that somebody had subsequently updated the description - I even had the date, time and id stamped on it.
I jumped up and shouted "HOLD IT!" in my best Phoenix Wright voice and pointed my finger at the guilty party. I didn't get an apology off any of the pointy haired types though ... gits.
The Astra is a Vauxhall hire car that I've got while my poorly Laguna has its innards replaced. It's not bad, but I miss my comfy leather seats and climate control - basic air con is not quite the same as dialling in the temperature that you want to be and letting the car figure out how best to achieve it. I also miss sixth gear on the long slog down the motorway. I've been spoilt, me thinks.
Telly wise, did anybody else see 'Edwardian Supersize Me' on BBC4 last night? A fascinating and shocking catalogue of the typical eating habits of the Edwardian upper classes, that had me alternately feeling queasy and drooling - the pies in the chop house looked utterly cholesterolicious.
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Yes...we recorded it and watched it yeterday over lunch (we've got the week off work). It was all so decadent and barely a vegetable in sight!
I think there may be something in Fletcherism though...all that slow chewing means yo should feel fuller, quicker. Although I think the Edwardians basically ignored what their bodies told them and ate everything offered to them!
I hope you get your car back soon, I had to get the Vauxhall engine in my Corsa replaced a few months back but with a rental car you never get the comfort your own car gives (or the luxuries).
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