Thursday, 14 June 2012
I'll never get those 4 hours back.
I had a little cry outside the Burgeramt today. Yes, I know there should be an umlaut above that 'u' but they don't deserve one. I had to go to renew our parking permit and I was pretty sure that I had all the documentation I would need, and I was prepared for a 2 hour wait to be seen, but they broke me today, because after over an hours wait standing in a huge queue to be let through to the desk where you get a number, I the had a further 2.5 hours to wait in what is arguably the world's dreariest beige waiting room after which I found out that I need one more document that says that I have permission *still* to drive the car. So I get to do this all again tomorrow or maybe Monday, I haven't got the strength to go back tomorrow. I was there so long that the motto of the day even changed on their dreary infommercial tv. So I left and had a little sob and realised that I hate Germany. Not that the UK would be much better, God knows I've waited in hospitals for nearly as long, but I'm here, and here is where I'm hating. So there. I had to phone the Kita to say I would be late and they at least were very understanding when I said I was at the Burgeramt. Cause everyone knows what a pain it is to get things done there.
But once I picked him up over an hour late, we then had to go and sort out a problem with our electricity provider. We got a letter saying "We hear you've moved out! How about you send us your new address so we can send your final bill?" and I thought it was a bit odd but just put it down to the fact that we were due to leave at the end of May. Alas, no. Turns out we haven't been paying the electricity for our apartment, but for another one. I need to sort it out and work out which meter belongs to us - not apparently the responsibility of the electricity company. I just bet we have been paying for a much smaller apartment where a lone person who works all day, is out all night, and winters elsewhere, and we're going to get landed with a HUGE bill. Did I tell you I hated Germany? I hate their stupid apartments too.
Roll on tomorrow. When I shall love Germany again. (As long as I am not back at the Burgeramt)