Bill.
// March 27th, 2010 // No Comments » // Reviews
So, I moved into my new home last June, and when I did so I had trouble getting my hot water to work… It annoyed me at the time until I found the switch behind the boiler that apparently turned the hot water system on. I merrily flicked it on and then used the hot water and heating panel on the wall. Happy times. My electricity meter reading at the time was 42,100 units.
I thought nothing more of this until just after Christmas when I returned home from my parents to find there was hot water in my taps - “Strange I thought… maybe I left my hot water on while I was away?” but mostly just ignored it and went around Christmas festivities.
So, about 8 weeks ago I got a new estimated electricity bill. And because it seemed quite high I phones E.ON up to enquire about why it was so high - now of course at this point the person on the phone was a numb nuts and couldn’t help, but did a very good job of reiterating that I should just get my meter read - as I’m in a block of flats the nice concierge man has to read my meter.
So, the next day I asked Barry the concierge to do me a meter reading and then went off happily to work.
When I returned home I almost died - Barry had put the meter reading into my mail box and it was 24,100 units… I was slightly mortified as my head went back to having hot water when I shouldn’t have and I once again visited my boiler.
Turns out - it’s an immersion heater and I’d been boiling water solid for 9 months - at this point in the story I got VERY worried, very worried indeed - stopped sleeping, became moodier than morning, started snapping… wasn’t a good time to be me. 80,000 units of electricity, in my head that must be about 80,000 pounds?! Yes, very worried.
Well, the end of the story comes this past week when I sat in the pub recounting this exact story to a few friends - one of whom did the sensible thing and actually looked up the price of electricity - not the £1 a unit I thought it was, nearer 11p - so I’d gone from owing £80,000 to only owing about £9,000 - funnily, at this point I was really happy. Only 9k?! Peanuts. So much so that I thought I’d go out and celebrate, but decided to take my laptop bag home first.
As I walked into the flat and saw the E.ON bill I thought that I’d been fated to have a shit day after all and it was a 50/50 decision whether to get the pain over with or put it off till the next day.
Needless to say I kinda thought “fuck it” and opened the mail… they’d performed a meter reading, they knew how much electricity I had used, I was in deep shit… Yes, I’d used 44,160 units… I read the bill again, more than a little ecstatic… turns out that Barry the concierge had read the first 4 as a 2. Turns out I had no need to have sleepless nights. Turns out that I owed 250 quid to the electricity company. Turns out that I didn’t need to be a miserable bastard for 8 weeks.
So, do I sue Barry for emotional distress?
