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Sep. 7th, 2005 10:47 amOkay, so the Week From Heck continues. Apparently it’s been extended to ten days, and I’m keen to find out if it’ll turn into two weeks. Whee.
Let’s recap.
1) No paycheque. I have to call my agency today to get them to put a stop-payment on it, charged to me, and I won’t get paid for another ten business days.
2) The cats turn into miniature four-footed Houdinis. Problem resolved quickly, but still not fun.
3) Well, any number of small irritants, due to point 1). Like, say, having no gas to put in the car, and very little money to, you know, actually eat.
But wait, there’s more!
I got a registered letter in the mail yesterday, from the SAAQ (that’s the Québec equivalent of the DMV, for my American friends). They claim that they sent me a form in the mail (which they didn’t) when I renewed my driver’s license, which has to be filled out by a physician, stating that I’m fit to drive.
Otherwise, they suspend my license on September 20th.
Apparently they don’t like crazy people on the roads. The voices in my head might tell me to run red lights or to aim at pedestrians. Not that I’m bitter or anything. :P
This of course has set off my mother, who’s now freaking out about what the people at my office will think if they find out, as though that has any bearing on the matter. I mean, really, even if it does come out that I’m bipolar, I would think that six months of really hard work and good results would speak for itself, don’t you? I haven’t been talking to myself or shouting at the managers or inventing people who don’t exist, so I’m reasonably sure they all think I’m sane.
Gah. This is why I’ve stopped telling stuff to my mother.
Anyway, I now have to get an appointment, miss time off work, pay $35 to get the form filled out, and generally waste a lot of time and money, all because I was honest on my renewal form. That’ll teach me, I guess.
Individually, none of these problems is that huge. Certainly none of them are insurmountable. Some of them will be solved when I get my money. Others have already been solved.
It’s just been a really pissy time lately, and it’s sorely trying my patience.
Let’s recap.
1) No paycheque. I have to call my agency today to get them to put a stop-payment on it, charged to me, and I won’t get paid for another ten business days.
2) The cats turn into miniature four-footed Houdinis. Problem resolved quickly, but still not fun.
3) Well, any number of small irritants, due to point 1). Like, say, having no gas to put in the car, and very little money to, you know, actually eat.
But wait, there’s more!
I got a registered letter in the mail yesterday, from the SAAQ (that’s the Québec equivalent of the DMV, for my American friends). They claim that they sent me a form in the mail (which they didn’t) when I renewed my driver’s license, which has to be filled out by a physician, stating that I’m fit to drive.
Otherwise, they suspend my license on September 20th.
Apparently they don’t like crazy people on the roads. The voices in my head might tell me to run red lights or to aim at pedestrians. Not that I’m bitter or anything. :P
This of course has set off my mother, who’s now freaking out about what the people at my office will think if they find out, as though that has any bearing on the matter. I mean, really, even if it does come out that I’m bipolar, I would think that six months of really hard work and good results would speak for itself, don’t you? I haven’t been talking to myself or shouting at the managers or inventing people who don’t exist, so I’m reasonably sure they all think I’m sane.
Gah. This is why I’ve stopped telling stuff to my mother.
Anyway, I now have to get an appointment, miss time off work, pay $35 to get the form filled out, and generally waste a lot of time and money, all because I was honest on my renewal form. That’ll teach me, I guess.
Individually, none of these problems is that huge. Certainly none of them are insurmountable. Some of them will be solved when I get my money. Others have already been solved.
It’s just been a really pissy time lately, and it’s sorely trying my patience.