I am really running out of patience with this horse excrement.

I ordered a debit card for my bank account almost a month ago and was told it will reach me in a week or so. Obviously it’s still “on its way”.

There have been two separate delivery attempts to the Corporation’s other office, but both of them have bounced because “the consignee is not in the office”. If we present these pieces of information to a life form capable of thought process, it would quite soon conclude that the problem isn’t, for example, in the delivery address. A more advanced species might even speculate that the office was right on place, but the courier was unable to find the correct person from there. So what the hell is going wrong, then?

Well, luckily we have agents to deal with these kinds of problems. And unfortunately he is just as Indian as anybody else here. Instead of having my deliveries brought directly to me, he still insists on circulating everything around the other office “because its reception is open on work hours to receive deliveries”. Bloody hell, I’m at my office every day on work hours, ready to pick up anything if needed, and much more of a correct person to receive my deliveries instead of some random chick I should call every half an hour to find out if there’s something waiting for me.

I’m very much inclined to commit a ritual murder with a dull cheese grader, but maybe I’ll just laugh at their faces and enjoy the money I withdrew from the bank today:

Tags: bank, colleagues from India, money, oh bugger, time, ways of working, what is different