Ye gods, the bureaucracy!
Oct. 15th, 2024 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartToday I went to the government office again to compare Mum's personal data as they stand in her ID with their database as there seem to be some inconsequencies between the two. Well, guess what - since I didn't have a written empowerment from Mum, I didn't get any further than the info desk. Speak about owing the devil a trip, as we say in Hungarian! The most annoying part is that last night I even thought to get such a writ, just in case, but forgot about it in the morning. Getting old and distracted sucks!
The current stand of things is (including our most recent clashes):
bureaucracy:3, me:1. I'll have to go back another time. We wouldn't care as a rule, but we'll have to switch to optic phone cable eventually, as the old system won't be in use much longer, and the landline is on Mum's name. We tried - and failed - to transfer it to mine because (what a surprise!) her personal data didn't match the ones the Home Office has. And we still have no idea why!
Anyway, I had to leave without being able to achieve anything and came home in a really sour mood. Worked a bit on Christmas card #34, did a bit of writing, we had some leftovers for lunch, and then the physiotherapist lady arrived and I left for choir practice.
Before choir practice I made a detour to the horologist to see if our two dead alarm clocks could be repaired. Well, the shiny new one (that an on a battery) was a lost case and had to be replaced by a similar one. My decades-old, mechanical Russian clock, however, wasn't beyond help and will be repaired - for three times the price the new one cost. I left it by the horologist anyway; it's a good clock, it was part of my life for a very long time, and I prefer mechanical clocks to these new battery-driven ones anyway. My wrist watch is roughly 80 years old (Mum got it from her uncle as a young girl) and still works better than any these smart things or whatnot. Yes, I'm old-fashioned and stubborn. It's an expensive character fault, but it's my money to waste, right?
The current stand of things is (including our most recent clashes):
bureaucracy:3, me:1. I'll have to go back another time. We wouldn't care as a rule, but we'll have to switch to optic phone cable eventually, as the old system won't be in use much longer, and the landline is on Mum's name. We tried - and failed - to transfer it to mine because (what a surprise!) her personal data didn't match the ones the Home Office has. And we still have no idea why!
Anyway, I had to leave without being able to achieve anything and came home in a really sour mood. Worked a bit on Christmas card #34, did a bit of writing, we had some leftovers for lunch, and then the physiotherapist lady arrived and I left for choir practice.
Before choir practice I made a detour to the horologist to see if our two dead alarm clocks could be repaired. Well, the shiny new one (that an on a battery) was a lost case and had to be replaced by a similar one. My decades-old, mechanical Russian clock, however, wasn't beyond help and will be repaired - for three times the price the new one cost. I left it by the horologist anyway; it's a good clock, it was part of my life for a very long time, and I prefer mechanical clocks to these new battery-driven ones anyway. My wrist watch is roughly 80 years old (Mum got it from her uncle as a young girl) and still works better than any these smart things or whatnot. Yes, I'm old-fashioned and stubborn. It's an expensive character fault, but it's my money to waste, right?
