it's (sort of) a secret

miei cari, I am writing here my first post of the new blog, which I will keep a secret (until someone, most likely Gaborno, finds out that I have it). So what is happening? Well, I am moving to Bruxelles. And leaving Frankfurt. But since I will still like pigs, I have decided to keep the name (sort of...).
The move is making me crazy. I have one lady that is my main contact. So, I thought, very naive, she will do everything for me. WRONG! Basically she is just putting me in contact with all sort of different people:
- the moving company, which is sending me 2 different sub-companies to make quotes for the move
- the estate agent, which is not an estate agent but a company that simply will help me with dealing with Belgian landlords (and I think they are bullshitting me already, their prices are at least 100 euros more than what I see on internet).
- the tax consultant, one for Germany and one for Belgium, both with very annoying habit of asking for receipt when I open their mail, and planning for a meeting 1 day before, as if I was at home scratching my balls waiting for them.
- the company for immigration and work permits, even though I tried to explain to the lady that I am Italian and Italy, as far as I know, is still Europe and not Africa as she thinks.
- the bank people, that are offering me a suuuuuuuper account, if I go on the site of the same bank I find one for 15 euros less a year with more stuff inside
- and I don't know what else
So basically I am trying to cope with this, while finishing all the work before the move, with planning for the onboarding of the new guy, and please let's not forget that it's Xmas so I have to take care of presents. what the fuck.