But no.... for weeks now we've been plagued by incessant hassle from UK companies that simply cannot facilitate anything worthwhile and over complicate even the simplest thing like putting on your socks, which nowadays requires written (yes with paper and ink) approval from 2 individuals who must reside within the same house and one of whom must use the same toilet as you. Upon approval you must fill out some more forms.
Once you finally put on your socks, you will no doubt find out that that northern bint did not actually give you the correct information, and that in fact both the aforementioned housemates MUST use the same toilet as you and you must get the 2nd roommate to actually visit the London office between the hours of 4:58am and 5:00am on a Sunday.
Until said individual can do this, you will receive letters informing you of the imminent death of your mother unless you take off your socks immediately.
Well....
Without needing to go into details of how terrorists might like to place false adverts in Auto Trader... clearly as a recruitment technique of course, it makes perfect sense that in the modern age (this being the two thousandth and ninth year of our Lord), that all communication in the world must be done by postal, recorded delivery. E-Mails are not an acceptable form of communication anymore, neither are Web Sites, telephones or anything electronic. This is a very tidy way to stop another 911 from happening.
I can tell that UK businesses are now being run by the type of imbecilic 16 year old dossers that I used to teach who now see business and IT as the new Art College.
The meek, have indeed inherited the Earth and turned it into a pile of steaming turd.
Suffice it to say, Jo - you're heading to the Falklands soon, anyone else reading this who ever tries to leave the UK a word of warning.... Sever ALL Ties.
If you don't you'll end up feeling like the sort of pointless drunk teenager who wanted Independence, but got ditched by their friends at 2am and had to call your parents to pick you up!!
We were supposed to come out here and relieve our parents from worries, instead, because of inadequate UK businesses we find our selves almost daily in the past month or so Skyping them so that they can call these idiotic companies and sort out the problems.... reason? Well the companies will put you on hold if you call from Canada, and make you wait 15 minutes, which costs and absolute fortune. And if you try to use a UK website from Canada (including Play.com).... you can't, they block your IP in case you are a terrorist... ordering the latest Red Dwarf DVD... 'can't have these terrorists getting thier hands on our humour!'
Place a car ad on Auto Trader?... no, you're clearly recruiting.
Pay your Microsoft XBox Live account renewal?... no way you terrorist scum!!
How about pay taxes?...
Taxman: "No need, you don't live here Mr Rajamanie - you don't need to pay us taxes... "
Me: "Oh.. that's very kind... anything I have to do?"
Taxman: "Just fill out this form sir :)"
Me:"Tum Te Tum............ ok there you go... is that all?"
Taxman: "Yes, have a great life in Canada sir... I love you... "
... 6 months later ....
Taxman: "If you don't pay us £50000 in the next 5 minutes we shall travel back in time and mix your families primordial soup with bleach!"
Me: "WTF!?? Why... you told me you loved me?"
Taxman: "You are a terrorist and a lying, thieving scum bag, and you must be dealt with!"
Me: "But we filled out all the forms... I could have e-mailed them to you, that would have been quicker, and I would have had a backup... and your server could easily have verified your receipt... but it had to be paper based, and I relied on the UK postal service?... Please, don't kill us!"
Taxman: "The UK postal service is wonderful and delivered your forms to us - do not try to mock them now or I will kill you, then travel back to yesterday and kill you again!!!!"
Me: "So... if you received the forms.... what's the problem?"
Taxman: "Only one form was received with your signature only Mr Rajamanie... we did not receive the required blood sample from your wife or your left nut! Which you should have supplied... or filled out form 64-8!!"
Me: "Oh... can I fill out the form now?... why didn't you tell us sooner.. I mean we supplied you with our address, our phone number and our e-mail... if you'd noticed we needed a form.. why didn't you e-mail me the following day... why leave it 6 months... and come to think of it - you told me that everything was fine, and only ever told me about the 1 form?... you F&%$$! %£ *^(((((((( )))))))))!!!!"
Taxman: "Well... I cannot speak for whoever you dealt with and can only apologies for the mistake but ... the computer says... 'no'.... so either pay up now? Fill out form 64-8 or face annihilation... it's your choice sir - but I've done all I can. I'm 15, from the north. I've spoken to my supervisor, and my colleague and they would like to say that they do not sympathise with you, you make us sick, and we cannot all wait to fart on you... besides it was a clerical error on our part, completely our fault.. but - there's jack you can do about that because you'll have to send a written letter of complaint which will be binned by our 16 year old masters"
Me: "Oh.. OK... where do I get the form from?"
Taxman: "Our website, we're very technically advanced here, our vice president made our website for us when he was here on work experience.. he's very good... or is he a she?.. not sure... it wears very tight jeans though, and covers half it's face with straightened black hair... so hip!... All hail Vicey"
Me: "Oh... erm, ok - well I'm on the website, but every time I click on the .PDF it bombs out... is the link broken?"
Taxman: "Hmmmm... where are you trying to access our WORLD Wide Website from?"
Me: "Canada...?"
Taxman: "MUUHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA you are all going to DIEEEEE!!!!"
Me: "........"
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Me: "KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
