I go for unemployment insurance (Day 5)
It was night and it was morning and I got the form changed by my previous employer. I don’t think they really wanted us to go to court when we could rather go some place nice, so they changed it quickly.
So there I was on day five. Passed the scrutiny of three security guards – heaven knows why three! and went to wait in the right group. By now, I was one of the old hands who advised newcomers where to go and where to sit.
But on day five I was ready for them!
When I woke up that morning I decided that there was no way in which anyone of those officials or any traffic officer or any whatever, was going to make my blood pressure rise. And so it was.
It was my lucky day. When I sat down, next to me was a young man with an intelligent sense of humour. We immediately understood each other. I think he took the same decision that morning as I did.
Maybe we got along too well, but what started as an exchange of our experience in the UIF office, quickly became a very intelligent discussion about the different officials behind the counter.
He pointed out the officials who sent him back and forth and I pointed out the officials who did the same to me. But due to the fact that I decided I wasn’t going to lose my temper that day, the whole discussion became a rather loud affair with us pointing out officials, comparing notes on them and bursting out in merry laughter.
I think we found the recipe for quick service in a government office.
The more we discussed, the more we laughed (men don’t giggle). That completely unnerved the serious officials and they started watching our show and mumbling to each other. I think we brought too much happiness to that office because it wasn’t five minutes before they opened another pigeon hole and we were both called to hand in our forms.
The smiling lady who called me was quite keen to discuss the news of the day with me. Then she interrupted herself, handed my documents back to me, looked over my shoulder to the light in the roof behind me and said: “The bank put the wrong name on this form. Please go back and have it rectified. And when you come back you must bring it directly to me”. By now I was obviously very popular.
Well, this was my day and I wasn’t going to quit while I obviously had the upper hand. So I smiled, walked out, drove to the bank, got a new form signed, drove back and reported to the smiling lady.
Ten minutes and she handed me a slip. “Come back on the 20th of next month”, she said, and called the next customer.
It was night and it was morning.
I now remember that I actually forgot to check whether Hidden Bosom actually has a bosom!
Oh well, I can always check next month.