Now I'm Pissed

Well, second post and I'm already pissed. That can mean alot but in this case I'm mad.

I lost my license recently. I'm still in BC's Graduated Licensing Program (just a fucking wonderful program if you ask me) and had 2 tickets and that means I'm not fit to drive on B.C roads. Believe it or not, that's not why I'm pissed.

Now, I drive a 5 tonne flat bed for a living. This is an extremely hard job to do with no license as I'm sure you can all imagine. I lost my job the same day I lost my license. Now the government, in these times of "economic crisis" is trying to keep people working. Well maybe give Jimmy the crackhead another chance, he only smoked two rocks on the job, we need to keep Jimmy working. And Bobby the thief? Well, that's theft under $1000 now so we'll give him another chance, we need the workers. But Julian the speeder?! Do not pass Go, do not collect $200 dollars ($183.47 once we get ahold of it) just go straight to jail. We don't want your kind in our work force. Trust me you haven't heard the last of this topic but let me end in saying this is still why I'm not pissed.

I applied for EI......UI?......EI?.....(whatever) on February 4th. If you can read a calender, or simply read, you can see that it is now March 16th the day I'm posting this. I still haven't been paid. THAT is why I'm pissed. I'm a smoker and the 'ol money jar is lookin a little empty. People are going to suffer. Now, numerous thoughts pass through my head. I could write a letter. I could make a phone call and bitch at someone who is filing their nails telling me how they "totally understand and there doing EVERYTHING they can to hurry up the process". I could go down to Naniamo with a loaded 30 odd 6 and let that do my talking. Now being Canadian and not American, I choose the second option. Only bureaucrats write letters. I got to listen how sympathetic Karen was and she would talk to her supervisor right away and see what they could do. Now, for Karen's sake, I hope she didn't do that, as she would be laughed out of his office with 4.7 million square miles of red tape and a pair of scissors closely following her with my file somewhere in the midst of it all. See you next year Karen. That was 6 days ago. Is a simple phone call so hard to ask? At this point even if there's nothing they can do which I'm sure there's not, I'd like to hear it. So I'll just sit here, moneyless in a shitty job market with no mobility and try to "expand" my options.



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