Trying to open a bank account (what's wrong with good old-fashioned cash?)
I have no big issue with spending half or more of my waking day in work - I know of the original sin and I acknowledge the consequences. However if I'm expected to spend half or more of
the rest of my waking day doing lethally boring and debasing stuff connected with the first part or the technical infrastructure for the acquisition of which which I spend the first part in work in the first place - I rebel. Because this senseless overtime obscures the sense of the first part and doesn't leave us time to think of the lesson we should learn from the punishment proper. It is an absurd infrastructure built on top of an offensive mistake and it must have been thrown in as a lethal surcharge either by our wickedness combined with our stupidity or directly by the Devil who must have thought: "
They've confused themselves so much that they won't notice the difference between God's just punishment and a bonus from me!" (If that's the case, he's wrong: someone has just noticed it).
It's as if our world was not only deformed enough by our trespasses, at some point it madly flew off at the tangent of a never-ending bureaucratic sin into a hellish bog of inhuman reference numbers, exorbitant taxes, murderously repetitive forms, moronic tables of rates and redundant confirmations of current address and - surprisingly easy to remember and convenient in use - PINs.
