Another encounter with HMRC today. And I managed a full eight hours of proper paid work.
Fair to say my brain is fried. HMRC Dealing with them is worse than speaking to Sky. As they're a government organisation they can get away with anything. You can't argue. You won't get a £10 voucher if they've cocked up. You just have to get over it. Suck it up. Pay the fucking bill. There does seem to be some kind of error. And according to the chap I spoke to first - he can't explain but it's something the system did. But it basically boils down to the system telling me for a whole year that I am £500 in credit to all of a sudden owing a bloody fortune. The second chap I spoke to was a little more helpful. But not a lot. He couldn't explain the glitch either and seemed to think the same would happen again - this year. So, in order to try and avoid said glitch happening again, I needed to make a minor amend to my most recent return. And there lies another fucking HMRC problem. Their website. Took me ages to get to the page where I could make the amend. I was logged in and out and sent at least 10 authorisation codes via text. Bottom line - I am smarting from the pain of the bill (which I should have been paying on account for the past year - but which 'the system' decided it was going to wipe off - and show my account in credit instead). Paid work I think I've lost my PowerPoint mojo. I have to do a presentation to some directors. No clue when. But sometime soon - in Bonn. So I thought I'd just rustle up some slides. Haha. Rustle up. Eight hours later I do have something. But it certainly wasn't rustled and at the current work rate there's probably another eight hours work to get it where it needs to be. And we have no shower. Or bath. In other news: this is the view from my current office location (moved to our bedroom so I can access a wardrobe in previous location)
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