BRICK

This post is gonna be pure rant and nothing else.

I was in good mood today and thought I would go to the student office and settle my accommodation fees once and for all. I didn’t do it earlier becuz I had issue with their lousy management. Once there the lady went through the process with me and took my (only) bank card to swipe for payment. She then proceeded to make a call to get authorization and while she was on it, she asked me what is my password with the bank. I thought she meant the pin number but she said it is not the pin but a 5-letter English word.

I was taken aback. I never knew there was a password. (I checked with all my mates later and none of them know there is supposed to be one) I told her I wasn’t aware of any password. She then asked me some other questions like birth date, mother’s maiden name etc. After getting everything right, she asked for the password again. I stressed that I don’t have one.

And you know what happened? She said the bank authority suspected that I am not the owner of the card and asked her to hold my card. I told her it is ridiculous and asked her was there any other way to prove my id. She then proceeded to murmur to the phone and hung up.

“Sorry I can’t give you back the card, I have got instructions to destroy your card now.”

Her stupidity really got my blood boiled. The card has got my full name printed, she has got my student record right in front of her to prove that they are of the same name, I have got my photo student id to prove that I am the person with that name, what is suspicious there?!! I argued a lot with her but all she could say is “Sorry, I can’t give you back the card unless the bank says so!”

I was furious and asked for the bank number. I rang the bank there and then but the officer wasn’t helping at all (as usual). She just yak away strings of nonsensical bank procedures for minutes and went to the conclusion that she couldn’t help me. I totally understood that because she was in no position to prove my id.

And as I was talking to the bank officer, you know what the bitch did? She broke my card into two! I yelled at her but it was too late. I just felt like punching her but I was blocked by the glass. She played it by the point that the bank has to ask her to do that because of the need to protect their account holders. And it was for my own good in case someone tries to use my card. Fucking hell. I totally understand and I didn’t blame the bank at all but that bitch, she knew jolly well that I am the real owner and could have given me back the card and asked me to sort out the password issue with the bank instead.

Fucking retarded.

Now because of what she did, I have to go down to the bank to reapply for a new card that will probably takes ages to arrive and I am left with £3 in my wallet. How am I going to survive for the following days? I told her about this then she resumed her motherly look and whimpered in regret. But what’s the use then.

I have to go for my class thus i didn't have time to argue with her. I just spilled some vulgarities and walked away.

Damn it totally spoilt my day. How can someone be so dim. I have had really bad experiences with the brits. I think they are plain dickheads. I have wasted lots of time trying to get a bank account last time and now a simple action of paying my school fees, I have to waste my time again!

It didn’t help when I came back from school to find out that my food in the fridge got stolen (again!) Sickening. They just take everything, cooked or uncooked. And when they take, they took not just one, but the whole bunch away (i.e. one dozen of yogurt, whole bottle of milk, whole bottle of mayonnaise, whole box of raw chicken etc) and most recently, my Tupperware is gone cuz the thief lust after my half eaten pork chop inside it. How filthy can they get? And besides that we have been loosing our pot and pans. Are we supposed to store pots inside our room too?

We didn’t have this problem before, but weeks ago my flat mates started loosing things in the fridge and since then we have been cutting down our storage there but there are things that simply can’t stay out of the fridge. And yeah great all my meat is gone now and I am left with no money.

I wrote a bloody big sign saying, “Beggars have more honor!” and stick it on the fridge.

I should start putting rotten food in the fridge. Fucking thieves.

Before I came back to my room just now, my temperamental hall mate who was once a lively guy responsible for our dinner every nite told me that he doesn’t feel like cooking anymore (which he did 2 weeks ago but decided to cook again and decided not to again tonite). And he claimed that I still owe him £100 for the previous dinners. Maybe I was in a bad mood but I really don’t think I owe him that much. Given the fact that I have paid him until last dec, and across these two months, I think I have only eaten 3 or 4 days a week, and the last two weeks I have been eating on my own. So it is like almost £5 per dinner last time? If so what’s the point of cooking then? I could have eaten at a restaurant every night.

Damn I really hate arguing for vague issue like this; especially it is between people that stay together.

And my family problem.

And my mac problem.

Arghhh!

Sorry for the outrage, i just need to grumble. Over and out now.