Fuckers and Faith in Humanity

So yesterday in my quest to fix the HRDC fuck up I spoke to a bunch of fuckers. Fucker #3 was at least somewhat polite, but still a fucker. Fucker #3 tells me that even though his office gave my bank the wrong information for direct deposit, that it is up to me to tell the bank to fix it. I know of course, that this is utter and complete rubbish. If I could just phone up the bank and say:

“Hey you know that deposit for $xxx.xx that went in to account XXXX? Yeah, that should have gone in to my account XXXY.”

Well the possibilities for fraud would be endless.

Of course Fucker #3, its not going to listen to this and I know it is just faster to call the bank, have them officially tell me that “Nuh ugh” they wont just yoink money out of one account and drop it in to mine.

SHOCKING!

Any way I called Fucker #3 up and gave him the news and he said he would “look in to it”

So this morning I got a phone call from Fucker #3. He told me, -wait for it- that the bank will NOT fix this issue and that HRDC has to fix it. “No shit Sherlock” I thought. Fucker #3 proceeds to tell me that he will have to call his supervisor and continue to “look in to it”

I cheerfully said “Do call me when you here anything!” Hung up the phone and proceeded to use variations on the word “Fuck” as a noun, verb, adjective and an interjection. (Mom would be so proud)

Later this morning I realized after I had gotten on the bus that I had no tokens and no change. I mumbled an apology to the driver and got off the bus. The driver waved me back in. “I don’t have any change.” I told him. “Are you going to the station?” he asked me. I was

“Well then, you can pay your fair at the station.”

Thank you Mr Nice Bus Driver. I was having a mightily shitty day and you gave me a boost and a renewal in my faith in humanity.