Government things...

Tja, was back at the Kafka place yesterday. It was as Kafka as ever, meaning: surreal, illogical, and you can't tell what is really going on. I got told I am incapable of working, not the sort of person who can get shunted off to a new position, and should apply for early retirement, as I am too old. Welcome to 'Oldiehood'. This was said in a friendly if pragmatic way, and in the end, rather cold. But that is our entire world nowadays, coldly pragmatic. Maybe I should be relieved, but sort of felt like a tissue someone crumpled up and threw into a gutter.

The other side of the coin? Turns out I did something good. And some young person from the city senate visited Peter on Tuesday, and got his electricity turned back on on Thursday, and the guy was even polite.

I've had to DEAL with those Mo-fo's for over a year now, and they are purely vicious. My very BEST time (NOT) was with a harridan of a woman who blew me off, and I verbally bitch-slapped her and left. There was an older woman behind me, and she was so shocked she left as well. So we were at the intersection, waiting for the light to change, and she was literally shaking with anger. And said, 'How DARE she treat you like that? I'm not going to deal with her, that is for sure.' And I said, 'Lady, almost ALL of them are like that, so you better get on a suit of armour for whatever you have to deal with them for.' She went pale.

My second best encounter was with 'the guard to top all guards', as I call him. Short little guy and self-important to the max. And went into the foyer in the late afternoon to charge up Peter's chip card to keep the electricity on. Well the machine had been altered, and wouldn't take fifty Euro bills anymore. So I charged up the card with the small ones I had and went across the street to make change. Come back in, and Mr. IMPORTANT accosts me.

'You were just IN here.' (Uh-huh... observant little turd....)

'I had to make change for the machine.'

'And the seat of your pants are dirty.'

(How is THAT for a non-sequitur??)

'I had to wait for a bus in Laßnitzhöhe, and had a coffee and sat in a seat where someone had dropped some ice cream.'

'Why go all the way to Laßnitzhöhe for COFFEE?!'

And I thought, 'HerrGOTTnochmalfixsakramenthalleluja'.

And then I went all Austrian sarcastic on his tiny little ass, hey. You do it in a quiet tone of voice, and aim for the middle of the target, and drip a little acid into the tone.

'Ok, I was UP there visiting someone in rehab. I had to wait for the bus to get back. I sat in a café chair where someone had dropped some ice cream. So I got the seat of my pants dirty. And NOW, I am going to go home and WASH them. Provided you are OK with that.'

Shut him up like a clam. That is how you do it.....

So that is two examples of why I was so surprised to find a person from that company who was POLITE.

And the people who enabled all this? Well, Precioussessss.... I was taught from my youth to FEAR Communists. Turned out to be very wrong. I'd hardly been here three months and we had a group in from Russia? Well, that was sort of a tense situation for me. I didn't know WHAT to expect. The boogeyman plus thirty. And then they came. Whaddaya know, hey, they were normal. So similar to us, there WAS no difference. The scales fell from my eyes by the TONS, as one of my favourite authors wrote a couple of centuries ago.

So no, am not, so very NOT sorry I spoke with Frau Kahr. Seemingly, they accomplish things fairly fast. And once they get rolling, it is fast. Our brand seem to be what the Socialialists used to be....

But just to be SURE, am gonna crouch under my desk and kiss my ASS goodbye when they nuke us. As if that would help.... So YOU tell me what is wrong with the picture, hey....