Why people hate Lara...

Today is my first attempt at blogging and as you can see the title of today's blog refers to Lara. I'm a new mum so lack of sleep and looking after my gorgeous little monkey (and yes she's ginger, hence the blog name) can leave me a little worse for wear at times, and at these times I really should avoid Lara all together.

Those of you who are with a certain mobile provider, we won't name names (Vodafone grrrrrr) will know exactly who this evil cow Lara is, and that when you hear that sickly sweet and nauseating voice you are on the downward spiral through the ridiculous system that this Telco have in place.

Three months ago my husband Jon and I decided to upgrade our phones to the lovely new Samsung Galaxy S. Unfortunately Jon's phone was DOA (dead on arrival). My phone however was superb! Jon soon became like a whinging child when his technology didn't work and he had to use a crappy loan phone, so me being the ever loving wife gave him my phone leaving me to wait for the new phone to arrive. This was after having it out with staff in one of the stores and being sent round in circles by the upgrade team over the phone.

When a month passed I contacted the so called provider only to be told that there was no ETA (estimated time of arrival) on the Galaxy S. After working in the IT industry I do know that some companies won't actually provide ETA's, so I could understand where the staff were coming from, but I was still annoyed.

After two months of waiting my patience had worn a little thin. I then said "OK give me a different phone then" so we agreed on a HTC Desire HD. When I called to find out where my phone was, I was told they were sending me a bloody iPhone4!!!!! At this point some very colourful language came out of my mouth. I do not want an iPhone....NO! SO after some confusion we straightened everything out and the HTC Desire HD would be on its way......but that was just a dream.

It is now three months later and I have been told twice that this mysterious HTC Desire HD has been sent to me but alas I still do not have it. Today I thought to myself, 'I want to stab Lara with a fork' and then I thought better of it and wanted to bitch slap the poor sod who landed me for his call in the call centre in India.

All this so I can keep my free Vodafone to Vodafone, which is kind of irrelevant when the service is so appallingly bad that your calls don't even stay connected long enough to have a decent conversation. So I was frustrated enough and decided to leave it there for now. The gent on the phone asked me to wait one more week, so one more week it is, but hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and I am definitely scorned.

All through that I was also tending to the every whim of my little angel Molly, who consumes almost all of my time and I am so glad of it. We are extremely lucky to have such a beautiful baby and I'm sure if it weren't for her I very well may have committed a heinous crime against that nasty bitch Lara.