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Friday, June 13th, 2008 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanThe office internet connection seems to be coughing up blood today: it is fractious at best and takes ages to load pages, if at all. At one point, even the intranet was unavailable.
I am particularly out of joint on this because I wanted to vent a little about my peeve of the day, and I don’t like, if possible, to run too many peeves in tandem. Not good for the blood pressure, see.
On Wednesday night, Furtle and I decided that was the ideal time to go online and arrange to have our mail redirected from the Athenaeum Club to the new flat from as early next week as possible. Three attempts each led to us giving up. There is something not right about the post office website and it won’t take credit or debit card details. Rather it will take them, but it will then tell you that the details are wrong. After three attempts it throws you out completely and that’s that.
That put me in a good mood as you might imagine, but I got over it because the system will email a filled out form that you can present in person at a post office counter.
So I did that this morning.
But it’s not that easy when you want to redirect two people’s mail and only one of you is present. I was OK – a cheque and a credit card bill were enough to prove that I am me and I live where I say I do (money, see). For Elle, however, we needed one form of ID from “column A” and one from “column B”. Fine; passport, check; utility bill, check. Except that the small print in column B says that we need two utility bills in her name. So that’s actually three proofs of ID, not two. And we don’t have two because the gas and electricity are both from the same supplier.
I went back to the flat and picked up mobile phone bills, credit card statements and bank statements and trailed back to the post office. “Now you’ve brought too much” quoth the teller. I guess that my thoughts of particularly brutal homicide must have shown through in my face, because he filled out the relevant sections of the form, stamped them and handed me my receipt.
Another job to tick from the list.
I am particularly out of joint on this because I wanted to vent a little about my peeve of the day, and I don’t like, if possible, to run too many peeves in tandem. Not good for the blood pressure, see.
On Wednesday night, Furtle and I decided that was the ideal time to go online and arrange to have our mail redirected from the Athenaeum Club to the new flat from as early next week as possible. Three attempts each led to us giving up. There is something not right about the post office website and it won’t take credit or debit card details. Rather it will take them, but it will then tell you that the details are wrong. After three attempts it throws you out completely and that’s that.
That put me in a good mood as you might imagine, but I got over it because the system will email a filled out form that you can present in person at a post office counter.
So I did that this morning.
But it’s not that easy when you want to redirect two people’s mail and only one of you is present. I was OK – a cheque and a credit card bill were enough to prove that I am me and I live where I say I do (money, see). For Elle, however, we needed one form of ID from “column A” and one from “column B”. Fine; passport, check; utility bill, check. Except that the small print in column B says that we need two utility bills in her name. So that’s actually three proofs of ID, not two. And we don’t have two because the gas and electricity are both from the same supplier.
I went back to the flat and picked up mobile phone bills, credit card statements and bank statements and trailed back to the post office. “Now you’ve brought too much” quoth the teller. I guess that my thoughts of particularly brutal homicide must have shown through in my face, because he filled out the relevant sections of the form, stamped them and handed me my receipt.
Another job to tick from the list.