Don't talk to me about time management/organisation/effective communication. Like, EVER.

So I finally called the Tax Office this morning to sort out my sudden dip in payment the past 2 months due to emergency tax for freckall reason.

I don't know how the call system works in your country, but for us folks here, once you ring the number, you immediately get put on an incredibly longwinded intro/welcome. Then they ask for your personal identification number and repeat back and yaddayadda you've confirmed it, lets get to what you want. THEN they give you an even more longwinded choice of 8 wants, you either pick them, or say none of those and they transfer you to an operator. That's not over yet - you could be waiting up to 20 minutes for an answer. Talk about lack of people, waste of time, waste of money -.-

I was lucky to have waited 4 minutes, before a very worn out lady answered my call, only to say that there is nothing she could do, must be the payroll problem, but she'll snd a form out or something and we can only pray and eat rice and play happy bunnies before we see any result (ok, well, she didn't say that but yeah).

So I'm now waiting uncertainly for ......gawd knows what. Ugh. Itchy head much ?

I'm not wanting to get grrr at people working there, like I should know. As a student nurse, there is only so much you can do to help people. Everything else is just a lack of co-ordination, lack of resources......I don't know. At the end of the day you're just left with helpless workers who don't know what to do about the frecked up system, nothing done, and a very frustrated permanent customer. Because there is no other alternative.

Anyway.

Today's Likes:

• KIDS REACT TO FREDDIEW
• Drawing My Thing game
• Emoticons
• Colour printers
• Random dry humour

Today's Dislikes:

• Tax Office / Hospital Payroll miscommunication
• Almost choking on own saliva
• Jedward's supreme welcoming back to the country for coming 8th in the Eurovision song contest. Like, seriously peeps ?
• Noise pollution
• Pot noodles. You guys taste bleh not to mention very very bland

It's always good to get them off my chest ^^ Now I can happily breathe in the smell of horse manure while they are being tortured and beaten by ignorant violent pathetic school drop-outs outside the flats just around the block ._.

Nice day, children.

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*godspeed*
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moqi

ɯod!