ARRASGHAgadhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The sheer FUCKTARDINESS of some human beings (and I hesitate to call her even that. How about semi-sentient lower-life form? I'm being vindictive, I know, sue me) is just UNBELIEVABLE.
Let's start from the beginning.
I'm selling off my old apartment. Why? Well, It was time to move on. My old place was strictly student accomodation, and after 7 loooong years I was getting sick of people in admin talking to me as if I were a child. A fact that culminated in today's little episode.
It started as a simple question. Very nice, very short, very sweet. In fact I was doing them a fucking FAVOUR. I knew I still owed them some body corporate fees, so I call up and ask, what's to become of them now that I've sold my apartment? How much do I owe? They fumble around (and shunt me around to several different people) and finally this MARVELOUS, UPSTANDING, NO RLLY SRSLY lady tells me that there have been some changes to body corp law regarding a certain form, and that it's okay, they'll settle it through my solicitor. Well, I say, okay then. Good even. Less confusion.
Then I get a call today from my aunt (I'm using her solicitor because I am dumb and certainly not savvy in the business of properties changing hands) saying that the solicitor hasn't been able to contact this same lady and the form has been sent but rejected and the changes in law shouldn't apply to our case because we sold the apartment before they were changed. She asked me to please call the college admin and see if I can get them to contact the solicitor direct.
Which I did. I explained the situation, saying that there has been quite a lot of confusion and could you please contact the solicitor so you can hash it out.
The fucking CUNT said "No."
I was so bloody taken aback I just made fish noises at her for a while. "What do you mean 'no'?"
"Your lawyer should know what to do."
"I already told you, there has been some confusion. It's probably best if you spoke directly to the lawyer."
"She should know what to do. I'm not going to call her."
Insert me GNASHING MY TEETH in fucking frustration. "She's been trying to contact you. Apparently the number you supplied her hasn't worked."
"You got through to me didn't you?"
By then if I could reach through the phone and yank out her gall bladder, I WOULD HAVE. DID I MENTION THAT TO GET TO HER I HAD TO CALL 2 SEPARATE NUMBERS AND EXPLAIN MYSELF TWICE BEFORE SHE WOULD EVEN PICK UP? HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT FOR HER TO JUST MAKE A PHONECALL??
By then I had enough. It was pretty darn obvious that she was doing the whole: 'oh hum, little stupid kiddie on the line again, oh hum" deal that this entire INSTITUTE is notorious for. I told her that I would contact the solicitor and give her the correct number. "Okay, thank you," she said before she hung up. Thank you. Right. I exist to make YOUR fucking job easier?
At any rate, I gave the solicitor exact instructions on how to get through to her (since there was no direct number, or none she would give me anyway): "Speak slowly and with small words. Tell them the number of the apartment. Don't let them transfer you to the other building. Make sure you stress that it's for Body Corporate matters or they'll shunt you to another person." etc etc argh I'm bloody washing my hands clean of this shit. I pay both the stupid admin and the solicitor to make sure that this sort of NONSENSE just DOESN'T HAPPEN. Why the HELL then am I the fucking messenger-girl?? Fucktards.
Okay! Good now that I've let off some steam, I can go back to
procrastinating work in peace.