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June 27, 2005

I was awakened by the phone this morning at 8:30. And because there was the possibility that it could be someone about a job, I tried my best not to sound like they woke me up.

It was about a job, and a half-decent paying job, and they wanted me to come in for an interview on Thursday morning. So good luck to me on that, and I’ve got the interview tomorrow at 10:00.

I decided to go over to the clinic to get some advice about what to do with my “tennis elbow arms” if, indeed, that’s what’s wrong with them.

I went to the clinic I used to go to up here and looked at the full waiting room and stood in line behind some other guy. I rested my purse on the counter so I could get out my health card. Some doctor? was standing by the receptionist and told me to “step back from the counter”, “one person at the counter at a time”.

Well I was using the counter to find my stuff, so I ignored him. I moved back a bit from the counter and continued to look for my health card. I found it and stepped back from the counter a bit, but I left my Tim’s sitting on the counter.

Well, that wasn’t good enough for herr doktor, he said, “step back from the counter”. “Take two steps away from the counter, this area is confidential”. I said, “do you really think that I can’t hear what’s being said, two steps away?” and moved back a couple of mini steps.

He said, “take two steps back”, I said, “I took two steps back”. He said, “take two steps back” and I finally said, “oh fuck off, this is ridiculous”, and walked out of there while he said, “have a nice day”.

I really couldn’t believe this asshole. Y’know, if he’d been at all pleasant instead of thundering at me to “take two steps back”, I might have been a little more compliant, but the power trip this guy was on was unbelievable. I figured, fuck it, there’s another clinic right across the street, and I went there.

I only waited about an hour – as opposed to the full clinic across where I would have been for hours, and I saw a woman doctor who recommended that I take anti-inflammatories 3 times a day (with food), to see if that helped.

If that doesn’t do anything the next step I can try is some cortisone shots, acupuncture or therapy, the latter two not being covered by OHIP. So we’ll see how far the anti-inflammatories take me. She gave me a box full of free samples since I told her I was unemployed.

I also got a note from her (for $15) to give to Bally since they won’t let you cancel your membership unless a doctor has said that you can’t work out or you move 40km away from a Bally. Watch them tell me that I’ll have to pay out the membership, miss unemployed has no money to pay any Bally’s fees.

So then, clever me, decided to take my car to Mario the mechanic to ask about getting the air conditioning fixed since it keeps kicking in and kicking out.

After waiting half an hour in the boiling heat, sweating like a pig and coughing like crazy (I cough more when it’s hot), he told me to come back in an hour.

I went back in an hour and didn’t he have me waiting another half hour. I was pissed off (and boiling again) when I decided I was going to leave and go to Canadian Tire when I got into my car, started it, got the air conditioning breezing on me for a minute when Mr. Mario pulled in behind me, cutting me off from escaping.

After testing, he told me the problem was that there was too much pressure in the air conditioning and that the last guy had put in some mixture with high hydrocarbons that shouldn’t have been used in the car.

He said they’d vaccum that out and put in brand new stuff – all for only $200. So I killed another couple of hours while they did that, only to go back and have him tell me that it all seemed to be working at first but then it kicked out. He thought there was a problem with a circuit, which he’ll order tomorrow.

Isn’t that fucking great? I figured I’d have this fixed in order to keep cool on my way to a job interview. Now the thing’s not working at all and I’ll look like a pig on my way to the interview.

I’m bringing the car back in tomorrow after the interview and hopefully he’ll have the part and the time to fix it right then so I don’t have to sit yet another half hour in the boiling heat.

After coughing up $211 already (which pisses me off since it didn’t fix the problem) I’ll be thrilled to learn what the hell it’s gonna cost me on top of that tomorrow.

So that was my day, boys and girls. It was a long, swelteringly hot, miserable, costly day. So imagine my mood in this un-air conditioned computer room. I need to go to the living room.

WTF?

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