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[caddyman]

Speaking 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.

Comments

[fencingsculptor.livejournal.com]

You have my sympathies mate. You Mum must be very upset.

Exactly the same thing happened last year to my Grandmother after my Grandfather passed away. It was sorted in the end but this sort of incompetence simply shouldn't happen.

[ladkyis.livejournal.com]

If you look in my direction you will see me with arms outstretched to hold your coat when you go in to battle. I had the same problem with the local council who sent me the bill for her care in the home for the month after she died. I explained they apologised and then the following month... guess what?
I had a decided advantage though because I cried down the phone and said that losing my mother was bad enough but to have demands for money for caring for her after she was dead was just too much to bear, sob, sniff

YOu could try that though, freeform it! make them feel guilty! lay it on with a trowel