Horriday update

It was worse than I thought. I had to stay and wait for the meter reader, so I asked my couch critter to go over and oversee things till I could get out of my little prison.

At 07:33 I got an sos call from Peter. The people social services hired to move his stuff were so awful. And called him filthy, and verkakt. (shitted) He was crying. They were pissed because the stuff wasn't packed 'properly'. And I couldn't leave the house, waiting for the assholes from the gas people. Otherwise I get a fine, and not a small one and not one I can afford.

So that is how you treat a freshly minted seventy year old man if you are with social services? Well FUCK THEM! I wanted to go over there and rip them a new one.

They refused to transport his expensive tee-vee, radio and cd player. Refused! Because they are not insured if anything should break....

So.... I went to the crapper and thought 'what now?'

Called back and said, 'Stay where you are. You aren't taking the bed, the kitchen isn't finished being packed, and they aren't gonna connect your telephone till Friday, so we can think of how to get all that down there by then.'

The phone kept ringing off the hook. (The phone NEVER rings here, and it was unnerving....) First Peter, then the couch critter (and thanks for that, Terrible...). And back and forth and drove me to distraction and back.

One thing after the other, and I was still waiting for the meter-reader. They were supposed to be here at nine. At nine-thirty, I called them, asking where the hell he was. Got a recording. 'Your COMPETENT energy partner'. Uh-huh. (thinking, if you are so fucking competent, why didn't you arrive on St. Patrick's Day, as advised?)

Then I got a live person on the line. Asked what was up, but had a tinge to the voice that let her know I was fucking pissed off. And after her typing wildly on her keyboard, she said, 'Oh, you're slated for March 26th between 13:30 and 14:30...'

I said, 'That is not what I was told. TODAY, at nine a.m!'

'Who told you that????'

'The lady on customer service who messed up my stuff on March 17th! And I think you should change your tape to 'incompetent'.'

(Yes, polite RenB was steamed.....)

So here we go again, hey.....

A modest question. WHY the fuck can't anyone just plan something logical that will work?

And why would social services hire people who vilify old men? I am so ripped, I could punch someone out. I don't have big fists, but I can do some damage, at least.

And why does everything have to have so many obstacles in the way, and other people just sail through them?

I don't get it.

And when I see Elke Kahr on the square.... SHE is so gonna get an earful!