tunnelslats

So I work with a guy, let's call him Jeff. And some guy from the gas company came over to his house the other day, so of course Jeff let him in to poke around and do his thing.
Turns out, the guy was there to turn off the gas because, as far as they know, "nobody lives there." Certainly not the guy who let him in the front door.
So Jeff had to call up the gas company, fax a copy of his lease, and generally waste hours on the phone, to prove that he is actually living there, before they'll agree to turn the gas back on.
Not only that, but they're really confused about why someone has been paying the bills the whole time that "nobody" has been living there. So Jeff has to get cancelled checks from his bank, to prove to them that he is actually paying the bills, and not some generous stranger. The lady at the gas company cannot come up with any reason why they would give a damn who is paying the bills...
The punchline? When the gas guy comes over to turn the gas back on, he can't do it. Even though he was the same guy who was able to so expertly turn off the gas last week, he can't seem to be able to flick the same switch to turn it on. He'll be back really soon though, you can count on it.

So remind me: why do I hate people?