I get home from work and notice a pink letter on my gate. NOT good news, I think to myself.
Not good news in fact. The municipality had a look at my account and according to them, I’m behind on my electricity payment. No contact with me to find out if this is correct. No,
fuck you, they just cut my electricity.
It’s after 4 when I get home. On the little pink notice, I see they close at 3:30. Lovely. I try anyway and after speaking to 5 uhm … employees (let’s be nice here), I actually find someone in the right department. Or I think so…could have been a chimp too…lots of grunting en so.
I explain that my account is not in arrears, that I have not missed a payment
even though the 33 % increase has caused a 100 % increase in my monthly account.
Sorry, she says but your account is in arrears. Uhm…okay. I tell her that I would send her proof of the payments if only I had electricity to do so. Can’t because they cut my power! Right.
So I load the kids back into the car and rush back to work. ( Jason mentioned that I passed a couple of fast flying birds.)
I got the proof from the internet and faxed it to said employee. Phoned her to ask if she got it (thankfully got her direct number) and no, she has not.
I ask her to refresh her e-mail…is mos so fax to e-mail number. She didn’t think it was funny, I think? It might have just been a random grunt. I think without doing that, she asked if I paid my account at Pick ‘n Pay. I do not, I say, not quite seeing the relevance of the question.
Well, apparently there was some sense in her question. They seem to have a problem reconciling the internet payments with the accounts, so yes, maybe I’m not behind in payments.
WTF!!! You must be joking! You cut my electricity and you know you aren’t 100 % reconciled!!!!!!! Could she not ask this the first time I phoned!?
Hell no. I was SO furious!
My dad (for the gazillionth time) said that we must leave the country. There is just no sense in how things work. Actually things just mostly don’t. Zander was with me when
I had my little tantrum in the office I discussed this with my dad.
Back at home, while helping me with dinner, he turned to me and asked me to please not leave Africa. He doesn’t want to stay behind by himself. Oh my little boy.