It’s not me who is overpaid, sadly, I’m still underpaid and unemployed. However, today I fished out of the postbox a long awaited letter. It was an annual electricity bill. I’ve been expecting it with undue thrill because it’s my first year living in this place and my first time using electricity for heating.
I dreaded that I might need to take a loan to pay the difference between my monthly payments and my actual electricity consumption. Why, yes, I practically run on electricity, I’m permanently hooked on my computer while drinking gallons of coffee made in an electric kettle.
When I opened the bill, I nearly got a stroke. Turns out my monthly instalments were set so high to start with that I ended up overpaying the bill by about one third. Sadly, the balance will be used towards my payments in the following months (I won’t be paying anything until June, ha), so there will be no party to throw away the extra money.
Still, I don’t remember being so deeply pleased about a letter since I got a letter of admission to a university fifteen years ago. I must be getting old.