Friday, April 28, 2006
Sometimes I get so stressed living in this country. There are so many stupid rules and people change them whenever they like, especially if they know you're foreign and they realise that you don't know any better. Yesterday I tried to pay a tax thing that had to be done by today. The guy told us we could only do it between 8am and 1pm (I later found out my boss walked right in and payed it half an hour later with no problems). So this morning Gareth went to pay it and they told him I had to be there in person (my mate Jo had her boyfriend pay it that morning). So I ended up getting hot and sweaty, racing down to the bank in my half an hour lunch break. I queued for 25 minutes getting more and more stroppy, rehearsing a spanish complaint in my head. Then just as my turn came the bloody bank lost all power and they couldn't accept the money. Oh my god!!!!!! I was truly pissed off. I have now managed to pay it but do they have to make me suffer. I love the UK. You whizz in and out in 2 minutes when going to the bank or supermarket. Here is a nightmare. Thank god that now I am in my favourite armchair I feel so much better. Stress over!! (The kids were also little brats today and I had a mini-hangover from only 3 pints of beer I am officially a light weight).