Complaint.

Last night I had a visitor. It was probably quite obvious to him that I don't ordinarily receive visitors at such an ungodly hour (6pm), because I was wearing my cowboy pj trousers and a black vest which my boobs have the ungraceful habit of falling out of.

He was a salesman. For some telephone company. I explained that I don't pay for any of my phones, tv or internet, and that my company pay for all of it because I work from home, (I can dream...). He was very surprised and was looking at me in disbelief, and said, "Really? That's lucky for you. What company do you work for? Do you live alone?" I replied in the affirmative to the final question but later regretted it.

He eventually left, in a little bit of shock that I was so lucky to work for my company, but then he CAME BACK. About half an hour later I answered the door again, and he asked me "What company did you say you worked for again?" And after a few more stupid pointless questions he asked me if he could come in for a glass of water!

I said, 'um, no you can't', and shut the door. I felt threatened! I was genuinely worried for my safety. So today I am going to phone Optus (whom I suspect were the employers of this man) and complain. Yes - I feel like a good old complain. I've already put in a complaint to Westpac this morning (frequent flyer points; don't ask) so I'm on a roll.