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shark_hatJee-zus. I was on my way out this morning when a nice little man with an earring turned up to cut my gas off... except not my gas, my predeccessor's. [Pause for polite middle-class heart-attack followed by polite middle-class incandescent fury]. My "but I rang you up the day I signed the lease!!!!" must have sounded convincing enough that he rang the depot *while* I was hunting down all the tenancy agreements and proof of last fiftynine addresses etc that they seem to need, (distinctly overheard from the other end, "they all say that"... but, haha, they did have a record of my call but had buggered up actually acting on it.) So no cuttings-off or fittings of prepayment meter (I bet the landlord would have been thrilled about *that*) have ensued. Correct bill will, I am promised, be forthcoming.
That's the gas and the electric being incompetent so far. Hmmm. Not sure I've had a water bill since I moved in either, actually- I think I'd better ring them up (when I've been paid). Also, must get on to Experian etc and check my details- I'm not having someone else's cock-up affect my credit rating.
Bloody hell, why can't people do their jobs? Why is it the one dishing out the money who gets lumbered with the effort and stress to sort things out??? (Must say that NLMwaE was v polite and helpful throughout, despite it not really being his job to unravel central office's arse/elbow tangles. So he gets a gold star and exemption from plague of boils currently being called down on necks [brass] of gas co.)
Also, the next time I get a letter from the taxman addressed to the [expurgated] individual who seems to have done a moonlight flit, I think I'll open it no matter how confidential those things are. I don't really fancy a set-to with a bailiff trying to take all my stuff away for someone else's debt.
In conclusion, Grrr, Aargh, and won't someone think of the zombies? The poor things, they could be standing right in the middle of a billing dept. needing a snack and there wouldn't be a brain for miles.
That's the gas and the electric being incompetent so far. Hmmm. Not sure I've had a water bill since I moved in either, actually- I think I'd better ring them up (when I've been paid). Also, must get on to Experian etc and check my details- I'm not having someone else's cock-up affect my credit rating.
Bloody hell, why can't people do their jobs? Why is it the one dishing out the money who gets lumbered with the effort and stress to sort things out??? (Must say that NLMwaE was v polite and helpful throughout, despite it not really being his job to unravel central office's arse/elbow tangles. So he gets a gold star and exemption from plague of boils currently being called down on necks [brass] of gas co.)
Also, the next time I get a letter from the taxman addressed to the [expurgated] individual who seems to have done a moonlight flit, I think I'll open it no matter how confidential those things are. I don't really fancy a set-to with a bailiff trying to take all my stuff away for someone else's debt.
In conclusion, Grrr, Aargh, and won't someone think of the zombies? The poor things, they could be standing right in the middle of a billing dept. needing a snack and there wouldn't be a brain for miles.
