The French version of the DWP has taken this to a whole new level.
Well, sort of, it's called the Caisse d'allocations familiales or CAF for short. It's not exactly the same thing but as we know, as far as French beurocracy is concerned, "Why have one office, when we could have five?"
You can be on hold for quite a while, then what I think might not be real human but is definitely a recorded message chimes in with their life story. They catch you off guard because for a fraction of a second you launch into your pitch about...then realise...
I've had these personalities so far:
I am Lionel. I am 43 years old. I adore working for the CAF. It has always been my dream to help the isolated and marginalised. The other day one caller threatened to hurt me because their claim for RSA was on retard. On week-ends I like to go jogging by the canal.
Then a stern female voice: "Does that shock you?"
More muzak for half an hour.
Or what about Sandrine?
I am Sandrine. I am 28 years old. When I won my job with the agency, all my family celebrated. In my spare time I like to spend time with my little dog and play volley-ball.
The other day, I was menaced with threat of death because a lady couldn't understand why I couldn't let her access her daughter's student loan dossier.
"DOES THAT SHOCK YOU?" says stern lady.
Or, recently, I've had "Kelly's" life story. She likes drinking hot chocolate on her couch at week-ends. Somebody refused to talk to her at the reception desk because of the colour of her skin.
"DOES THAT SHOCK YOU!"
I was very eager to get through to either Lionel, Sandrine or Kelly. I was sure that we could hit it off. Instead, I just got a very annoyed person who told me that he really didn't know why I was calling and that I should access, "l'appli."
CLANG!
I had no time to enquire about jogging by the canal, dogs, volley-ball or hot chocolate.