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Wednesday, June 6th, 2007 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanSpeaking as a faceless bureaucrat, or as the French would have it, a fonctionaire, I am getting fed up with faceless bureaucrats.
Tomorrow it will be three months to the day since Dad died, and I have had my sister on the phone telling me that the County Council have written to Mum asking about progress on some non-existent bill for close on £1,000. Once again I am reduced to impotent rage as I have none of the details to hand, so cannot give the jabbering mongoose the bollocking he, she or it so richly deserves. In the meantime, while I’m awaiting details from my sister, so I can do so, I have to phone Mum at lunchtime to make sure she is OK since she is not really equipped for dealing with an uncaring bureaucracy.
Bah. This doesn’t really help my blood pressure, or, forgive the pun, my sang-froid. It just never ends.
Tomorrow it will be three months to the day since Dad died, and I have had my sister on the phone telling me that the County Council have written to Mum asking about progress on some non-existent bill for close on £1,000. Once again I am reduced to impotent rage as I have none of the details to hand, so cannot give the jabbering mongoose the bollocking he, she or it so richly deserves. In the meantime, while I’m awaiting details from my sister, so I can do so, I have to phone Mum at lunchtime to make sure she is OK since she is not really equipped for dealing with an uncaring bureaucracy.
Bah. This doesn’t really help my blood pressure, or, forgive the pun, my sang-froid. It just never ends.