. No, really, completely utterly #useless
people. Especially the taxation department, which is oh-so-popular by its very nature. But their latest #fuckup
really makes me wonder: is a complete lack of active braincells a prerequisite to work there? Or does one need to be mentally ill to do so?
The fact that these #dickheads
have the tendency to only give you incremental #information
in a form of scanned files which can only be found using either the arcane wisdom of a librarian or an 90s-style online search engine has nothing to do with this.
What has, is the fact that these #wankers
sent me an e-mail a couple of weeks ago to, you guessed it, enter my e-mail address. A piece of information which they "did not Have". Those #morons
also asked me if I would like to enter my taxation forms online (something which I have been doing for quite some time, yet those fuckers needed to know again
). So I said "yes, I would like that". I meant that.
Then today I came home only to find a filled physical mailbox with what can only be described as a book, a short novel of sorts. Those #lobotomized
decided to mail me the damn thing.
Alright. OK. Something went wrong. But lo and behold, when trying to login on the pathetic excuse for their website, they decided to just forget that account. Yeah, nah, soryy.
So here I am, compiling yet another driver for to read me electronic identity card so I can log in to the frelling thing.
Yes, we finally did it: we successfully isolated that part of society that has no useful function whatsoever, no contribution to mankind in any way, not a speck of charisma, a complete lack of user insight and the intelligence of a piece of rock. We isolated them and gave them one job. One job. Look at how well they perform it...
Anyway, with that of my chest, I can only say one more thing: it's time for dinner, now let's go eat