Headspace

For those intrested in what the rating guidelines for the previous post’s thinby are, look here. The rating is done per the UK movieratings.

Work is progressing well, and it has been a good day in that respect. The bloody thing will probably get done by the deadline, that still seems to approach too fast.

Then the rant, which I just have to get out of my system. Our wedding present is stuck in the customs. We got a notification, that at first glance seemed like a normal “get your packet” ticket that the post office delivers regularily. Only this one wasn’t. Where one can pick up a package at post after work, in a place that is supposedly accessible to the recipient, there’s no such thing with customs. The customs office, where this needs to be handled is in the fucking middle of nowhere, barely within city-limits. It is open btw 8 and 16.15 as per government regulations, but on the note they kindly had striked that through and penned in 15.30. Yeah no kidding here, we who work in the city central and live in the eastside have to get there in the middle of our working time, and so early that it can’t be handled by quitting the day early, even if one was closer to the damn office.

As the note carried no information on why the packet is there, or are we supposed to pay something in order to get it, I decided to do the smart thing and phoned them, dialing the number they had given on the note. Half past two, they didn’t care to answer… after that the number has been taken. No I do have a temperament and it started to show. I dug up the central number and told that I’m not getting through, central got me in contact with a gal there immeaditely. She then in the best tration of our tsarist bureaucracy told me, they don’t know the situation, we need to go there to open our package so they can see what’s inside. Sure there reads “GIFT” on the package , but if this gift happens to be more valuable than Euro 45, then we have to declare it. I also had to cut her bable in rather dim legalese about if one of the spouses if of foreign origin…blah blah blah, then jadi jadi can perhaps be flexible…

Next I cheked if they could transfer it to their office quite close to our actual area of living and working, the answer was no, we have to go to the place close to airport where they handle it. Nice go, real customer service would have been nice…

Weell, back to work and then nice evening with love of my ife, a friend and probably good entertainment.