Does life ever stone wall you?
Is there a time where a day, a week or even a month goes by and you hit every wall possible, enough bricks to make ten houses of stone for a smart little piggy?
Recently, there have been several occasions where my husband and I have fallen into the roundabout of no exits, as we try desperately to make progress on some of life’s red tape. On these occasions, it seems our actual marriage means SFA, if you excuse the abbreviated profanity.
Here Lies the Several Occasions when Being Married to Mr Paper did not seem to Matter.
1. Loan Dealing.
My husband is building a shed for the farm. Funds are being borrowed from a local bank. The loans officer has made my husband jump and twirl through every hoop and ring possible and just when all is nearly finished the gorgon wants me to start my elephant-like arabesque routine.My husband is building a shed for his cattle. It is neccessary for winter. He has gotten the loan. All is well. Except- it isn’t. As I have said, The Loan Officer has been making him hop through hoops like a barking seal, but you need to know that these hoops are misshapen and in perpetual motion. It is almost ludicrous how many bank visits we have made and forms filled. The latest issue is my proof of address. I am not the farmer. I am not using the shed. However, I am holding up the release of funds as every document I have sent in to prove where I live, is not up to scratch. Proof I live here? The home where I am cleaning, cooking, loving and living- marriage to this house and man doesn’t seem enough for this Officer.
I have offered:
A bank statement. Doesn’t count as it is from that ACTUAL bank! They posted it to my ADDRESS but it doesn’t count as proof of my address!!!!! Is this not absolute foolishness?
A letter from my credit union. Nope.
Work documents (as I work for the department of education, these are government documents). My payslip. Don’t work. They are not bills.
Marriage certificate means nothing. The killer is that they have proven my address at this bank already as I have had an account with them since the age of four. My salary is paid into my account fortnightly. What do you do?
We recently took the M50 and forgot to pay the toll at a shop. We had a small fine. I called up to pay it. The E-Toll guy wouldn’t deal with me as I am not my husband, who the main license holder of the car is. I am insured on the car. Doesn’t matter. I am willing to pay. They wouldn’t listen to me. In fact, he was anxious to get me off the line as soon as possible. I am married to my husband, I protest. That doesn’t count. These are the E-Toll man’s words.
3 ESB Bill
The big issue with the bank is that they want a bill in my name, with my address on. I pay a phone bill but it is all online. It is the same as my Sky bill. The electricity and heat are together under the ESB bill. This is under my husband’s name. I rang to pay the bill but they wouldn’t deal with me- I don’t have my name on the bill. I try to add my name to the account and I am certain it would be easier to get the third secret of Fatima than to accomplish this. You see, they will certainly want proof of address. Once again, being married to the bill payer doesn’t count.
4. Collecting the Children’s Allowance.
I am all gratitude and delight that this country gives an allowance to children and it is a huge help. My grump is that only I am allowed collect it. I can understand not allowing my mother, my Auntie Dottie or the milk lady go in my place. My husband though? This takes the biscuit. He is their father. We can prove it. We have birth certs. Marriage cert. Passports. No. I am the only person officially allowed collect this money. My husband is not. We are married though? No, it doesn’t count. The words of the official, once again.
Marriage is such an important contract and yet in these situations, the paperwork means SFA.
I haven’t and won’t be attempted an X-tra vision account anytime soon.
Deeply frustrated with the system.