I’m speechless.
I don’t think I’ll ever wear them again; I just want to keep them sealed in plastic as testament that dreams can eventually come true. If nothing else though, this was a very drawn out lesson to learn – never, ever buy “dry clean only” clothing ever again. If I had known the cleaning process would take almost two years, I would have just walked on by.
I did in fact go to the government yesterday. I don’t quite know what I was expecting – outrage, disbelief, angry villagers with flaming pitchforks – but instead I got paperwork. Lots and lots of paperwork. It seems I have to fill out a form and send it to the Space Station, at which point they have 15 days to respond. If they don’t, I submit a complaint to the government, and eventually someone will look at my case and decide my fate. If the Space Station opts not to play nice and cough up what they apparently owe me, the process will take months. While I was asking my many questions, people were calling in about their own case files and I learned that they are just now starting to process the July claims. It is in my best interest for the Space Station not to force the government’s hand in this, but that would involve their acknowledging their mistake all along – I am not expecting this to be over and done with any time soon. I really need to find a new job. Again. Maybe I should give up trying to fit into Corporate Canada and just go work at McDonald’s again. I still have my original time card, and I think there’s a visor around here somewhere.
I have numbers to calculate, forms to fill out, envelopes to mail, and a remembrance dinner to cook. Unfortunately, all I want to do is crawl back into bed with a cat or three and be sad and defeated. It doesn’t help that I was unable to find mincemeat tarts last night, so my Dinner for Dad will be incomplete. Today is the second Deathiversary, and I am keeping up the tradition of cooking all of dad’s favourites for dinner to honour his memory. It’s mostly tasty busy work, but it does help.
I miss you, dad.
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*pats you comfortingly*
<3
Between pitchforks and paperwork, I think I’d prefer the pitchforks.
A former workmate of mine is still waiting on vacation pay from my company, having to go through a similar process. I wish you luck and hope that your former employers end up doing the right thing sooner rather than later.
hopefully your astronauting issues are solved sooner rather than later.
re: mincemeat: you can usually find jars of it near other pie fillings in the grocery store. dump spoonfulls into frozen tart shells, bake, voila! good luck!
I’m here because the title of your blog intrigued me. I’m a friend of Netchicks. Sorry to hear about your current work situation. A good friend of mine works for a recruitment firm called Maxim. She recruits for IT positions. We both worked for a software company a few years back and she has a lot of contacts in the industry. I’m sure she would welcome the opportunity to assist you in finding a new job. Email me if you are interested and I will put you in touch with her. Good luck with the job search!