Anger Management
I hate paperwork. I hate, hate, hate it. Lately for every piece I get done three new forms pop up. And it's never just a matter of filling it out, oh no, they all require a copy of this and proof of that and just arrrgh! I even had to spend 7,20 Euros just so that someone put a stamp on a copy of my uni diploma to make it official. It took all of three seconds. *urge to kill rising*
And don't get me started on the fact that the fucking university, sorry, I mean my beloved employer doesn't accept the machine generated paper slips as proof that you transfered money, which I need for yet another form, nooooo, it has to be signed by the bank. And my bank won't do that, unless I'm in the town were my bank account is registered, which is of course not where I am at the moment, because I just fucking moved.
And don't get me started on the fact that the fucking university, sorry, I mean my beloved employer doesn't accept the machine generated paper slips as proof that you transfered money, which I need for yet another form, nooooo, it has to be signed by the bank. And my bank won't do that, unless I'm in the town were my bank account is registered, which is of course not where I am at the moment, because I just fucking moved.