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2003-09-19 Fuckers Thank god the day is over. I had the interview in the early afternoon at the immigration law place. It really seemed to go well (he even told me I gave a good interview), and he was glad that I have a degree in World Religions because there are a lot of people who come to Canada from countries with different religions. It makes me knowledgeable and it makes me more... sympathetic? That's not the word I'm looking for. Don't mind me - I had a beer when I came home, and since I haven't been drinking much at all lately, that one beer has succeeded in giving me a nice buzz. After the interview I went to Gert's, the university pub to hang out. I couldn't pick my check up until 5pm and I had a lot of time to kill, so I decided to go to my favorite haunt at McGill. It was nice to be there again, and only mildly weird now that I'm not a student anymore. I got to see Jeff, the guy who works there - he lives in a group home because he has a mental disability and he always pronounces my name "Nanana". He's the sweetest guy in the world and he was so excited to see me again. And then. I went to the company to pick up my final check. And the dicks who 'run' the place decided to retain some of my check. They claimed to only be taking 25 bucks off (25 is 25 you fucks), but I realized after the fact once I was on the subway that they screwed me more than that. They calculated my hours incorrectly. I think they figured 21 or 22 hours last week when it was more like 28. So I have to send them an email to inform them that they actually took off 72 bucks. And, on Monday, I call the Normes du travail. I informed the bastards at the company that it was against the law for them to dock me, but they claimed they could if they damn well pleased. Well, guess what: you don't know shit about the law. Same as you don't know and refused to believe me when I was still being nice and told you that you are NOT allowed to smoke in a building except in designated rooms with special ventilation systems, and which have a door that's always kept closed. There are other things I'll mention. Like that the Normes should maybe check out the legitimacy of the company. Because something tells me that there are some illegal things goin' on there. I don't want to be like this. Anger takes up so much energy. It's like chocolate bars or other candy - they'll give you energy for a short period of time and then you're spent. Same with anger. It gives you that burst of energy when you need it, but that energy disappears very quickly. But, whether I want this or not, I will not back down just for the sake of not causing trouble. You fuck with me, and I'll fuck with you. That's the way it goes in my world. I don't like intimidation tactics, I don't like being told I'm wrong when I know I'm right, I don't like to be walked all over... especially when those things are being done by someone I know is only 19 and another who's probably around the same age wearing a fucking baseball cap sideways. I kept feeling like I should be saying "Yo! Give me my fuckin' money", doing that cross-your-arms-in-front-of-your-chest thing. Yes, ladies and gents, I can be a bitch when I want to be, when I'm provoked, and it's a damn good thing. Sadly for some of you who may be tired of hearing about this over and over again, there will likely be more to come on this story as I have the Normes du travail whip their lily white asses all the way to closure of their business. Go me Go!! |
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