Lorenzo Pirisino
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Chronicle of a Bad Day

Posted on 2006/10/09 19:26:34 (October 2006).

[9th October 2006]

As I am writing the Monday has not finished yet, but, as it might have happened to you during the course of your life, it's one of those days when you wish you were narcoleptic.

1. Banks
I started off with the bank, they haven't sent me the contract for the new bank account and therefore the bank account is not working and I cannot be paid by the Japanese company.
I told them that I applied last FRIDAY and yet nor reply, so they checked and basically they sent everything to my old address!!!
Now, I pointed out that I updated all my contacts on the webpage, but they replied that I had to send a registered letter too! WHERE THE FUCK WAS IT WRITTEN, YOU IDIOT!?!?!?!?

2. Insurance Company
I then called the car insurance company, lovely ladies there, shame that the document that I sent them by fax regarding my application for the new residence that I will take at my mother's place, seems not to be enough for them to update their files, hence recalculate the insurance of my current car, hence changing the insurance between the old and new car...
I pointed out the fact that although I have applied around AUGUST for the change of residence from Vedano to Florence, still the police hasn't come to my place to check that I really live here, therefore even if I request an updated document they aren't going to give it to me..
I called the office at the city hall and the reply was that since “I am alone now, I cannot give you an answer on the phone, you have to come personally, office hours are 9 to 12”...
FUCKERS ITALIAN STATE WORKERS, I HATE THEM, DOING FUCK ALL ALL DAY! WHAT THE HELL AM I PAYING TAXES FOR!?!?!??!?!?

3. Work
I had several things to do for work, one of which was to go to Prato at some finishing mill and oversee the finishing of these important fabrics that we must send.
In the afternoon I got a phone call from my old company (nuff said) where basically they told me that the truck where the fabric was kept got on FIRE on Friday.
This is a classic excuse that I have used countless times, but apparently this time it happened for real!!!
Here I don't know who to blame (God maybe), but I can say that a trip to Lourdes is forming up in my brain...

4. Car Dealer
I got a phone call from the car dealer. The saleslady that I signed the contract with is out until Wednesday, but apparently there was a sheet of paper that I had to sign and that she forgot to give me. Without that form I cannot get the car registered.
Normally I would care too much, I would have gone and all is ok, shame that the dealer is 40 kilometers away and I had to cross all the heavy rush hour traffic, for a gran total of 2 hours in the car and 1 minute for the signature (there was no other way, fax, email, wank, pigeon were all not good enough).
FOR FUCK'SAKE I HAVE GIVEN YOU HALF OF MY SAVINGS AND I HAVE TO COME BACK FOR YOUR STUPIDITY, YOU IDIOT SALESMAN!!!
The good side is that on Wednesday I am going to complain to the saleslady and blatantly request and additional cable to play music off an MP3 player for free.
They already have all the money so they can simply refuse, but it's worth a try.

That's it really, I won't enter in detail about what my mother, aunt and grandmother did, because that's really too much...

Tuesday please.... :P


Comment 1

Ah... Not a lot a chap can say to make this day seem any better, is there?!?

I am surprised that you have to apply to the Police to verify a change of address! This sounds more like a Police State than an EU country!

In the UK we are always being told we have to do as the rest of the EU does... Nuff said!!

:))

Posted by Nigel at 2006/10/09 22:20:15.

Comment 2

Nigel: You apply to the city hall but they must send some official to check that you are actually staying there... It's a stupid system easily gullable... Just the usual Italian thing... :(

Posted by Lox at 2006/10/10 08:39:41.

Comment 3

One word Lorenzo: beer.

Posted by John at 2006/10/10 11:03:06.

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