Friday, 14 March 2014
Forget the Cthulhu Mythos...
If you really want to know terror and madness, try dealing with the state-owned Uruguayan electric company. I’ve been trying to get electricity at the Abbey so that the architect’s crew can get started on the renovations for two fucking weeks now, and every time one thinks that we’re approaching a solution, some fucking public employee comes up with some new reason not to do anything.
At this point it looks like the power will, in the best of all possible worlds, only be installed in mid-february, meaning work will only start in late-mid-february, on a project that was supposed to be done at the end of the month!
My absolute favorite of all the electric company’s moments of sub-reality were when I was assured, after waiting at the Abbey (sans light, plumbing, food, or so much as a place to sit) an entire morning for an “inspection” that never came, where I had been verbally assured that for sure the inspector would be there “sometime between 8-12″, I angrily call the company only to have it explained to me that when they say that they “absolutely guarantee” that the inspector will be there by no later than 12, they ACTUALLY mean that “he could get there as late as 1pm”. And then, when I ask if its assured he’d be there before 1pm, I’m told “no, its possible he’s just decided not to go”. So apparently, they’re allowed to do that, to assure you that they’re going to be there by noon and then just not show up at all in the entire fucking day! And of course, in that eventuality, it is the responsibility of the client (the one who’s been sitting there like a fucking rube all day) to call to make another appointment for the next day because the poor inspector couldn’t be bothered to actually come and do his job.
Fuck it. I’m off to solve this with drastic fucking measures.
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(originally posted February 6, 2013; on the old blog)