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I have updates to that. Well, several. Excuse me while I do not write about these in the amusing manner as you, gentle reader, might assume is my wont. I don't really have any sense of humour left when it comes to this. Just a feeling of bone deep weariness.
After calling NatWest three times, I finally got confirmation that a copy of my poll card would be sufficient, so I sent it off. Heard nothing. While waiting and working I at some point found a letter from the council stating they were satisfied that I lived where I said I lived. Whoo! Proof of address, right?
Dunno. Never heard from NatWest person when I called three times and left messages. The other people on the phone could not help me and told me to speak to the nice gentleman* who'd helped me before. Went 'Fuckit' copied the letter and everything else and resent it to Bob. Heard nothing. Spent some time visiting my friend Oscar the Ostrich. Tried phoning Bob**. He seems to be busier than God and just as hard to get a hold of, let alone wring an answer from. Gave up on ABFT and thought of a few more names to call him and the branch he works for.
Eventually gathered all my stuff: payslips, P60 form (how much more official can you get?) and letter from the council. Go to HSBC and explained the entire story to a very helpful woman. We went through everything I had with me and she spent a lot of time digging around on her computer and through their application procedures and then had to tell me that the P60 form is not valid proof of address, the letter from the council is not valid unless I am actually on the public electoral roll (*sobs*), and then she apologised for making me jump through all these hoops yet again.
So all I need to do now (*weeps*) is get a letter from my umbrella company and agency telling me they are satisfied with my claim of where I'm living and that I work for them and I am real and everything. And after all that, I still won't have a proper UK bank account. It will be a passport account which will work as a UK bank account, but there's no overdraft, no credit card, no lending options. I'll have to keep it for 12 months before it gets upgraded and I will pay 6 quid a month for the privilege.
And you know what? If I get it, I won't give a flying fuck. People at work are in awe that I have had quite so many problems getting this set up. They've seen all of them, but not all of them with the same person. Of course, I am willing to admit that I might have got this far a bit sooner if I hadn't thrown up my hands in frustration a while ago. All in all, I hope I get my two letters soon, and then I can finally open a bank account and start saving properly and actually build up some credit rating and such.
* Let's call him Bob. It rolls off the tongue a lot easier than 'arse-buggering festering twatmuffin', don't you think?
** Actually, I vote for a new acronym: ABFT.
I have updates to that. Well, several. Excuse me while I do not write about these in the amusing manner as you, gentle reader, might assume is my wont. I don't really have any sense of humour left when it comes to this. Just a feeling of bone deep weariness.
After calling NatWest three times, I finally got confirmation that a copy of my poll card would be sufficient, so I sent it off. Heard nothing. While waiting and working I at some point found a letter from the council stating they were satisfied that I lived where I said I lived. Whoo! Proof of address, right?
Dunno. Never heard from NatWest person when I called three times and left messages. The other people on the phone could not help me and told me to speak to the nice gentleman* who'd helped me before. Went 'Fuckit' copied the letter and everything else and resent it to Bob. Heard nothing. Spent some time visiting my friend Oscar the Ostrich. Tried phoning Bob**. He seems to be busier than God and just as hard to get a hold of, let alone wring an answer from. Gave up on ABFT and thought of a few more names to call him and the branch he works for.
Eventually gathered all my stuff: payslips, P60 form (how much more official can you get?) and letter from the council. Go to HSBC and explained the entire story to a very helpful woman. We went through everything I had with me and she spent a lot of time digging around on her computer and through their application procedures and then had to tell me that the P60 form is not valid proof of address, the letter from the council is not valid unless I am actually on the public electoral roll (*sobs*), and then she apologised for making me jump through all these hoops yet again.
So all I need to do now (*weeps*) is get a letter from my umbrella company and agency telling me they are satisfied with my claim of where I'm living and that I work for them and I am real and everything. And after all that, I still won't have a proper UK bank account. It will be a passport account which will work as a UK bank account, but there's no overdraft, no credit card, no lending options. I'll have to keep it for 12 months before it gets upgraded and I will pay 6 quid a month for the privilege.
And you know what? If I get it, I won't give a flying fuck. People at work are in awe that I have had quite so many problems getting this set up. They've seen all of them, but not all of them with the same person. Of course, I am willing to admit that I might have got this far a bit sooner if I hadn't thrown up my hands in frustration a while ago. All in all, I hope I get my two letters soon, and then I can finally open a bank account and start saving properly and actually build up some credit rating and such.
* Let's call him Bob. It rolls off the tongue a lot easier than 'arse-buggering festering twatmuffin', don't you think?
** Actually, I vote for a new acronym: ABFT.
