Sunday, August 8, 2010

MAYDAY!

The unthinkable has happened! My journal is missing! A missing journal probably doesn't seem like a huge crisis, but that is where I keep all of my secrets and horrible thoughts. And horribly emo thoughts. Basically, I've used that journal to chronicle every major event in my life since summer 2008, which includes some really terrible things. I'm not going to share those, obviously.

In better news, I am now 23 years old! My birthday was on the 6th of August and apart from two very frustrating visits to the Ministry of Health office, it was a very good day. Pat took me out for lunch and we hung out and watched Psych afterward. We talked and hung out and had a good time. Then I came home for dinner with Jordan and the family, which was a double treat seeing as Katie's back in town. She also made my cake, which was the rainbow sprinkle white cake, a.k.a. my favourite. And then we watched movies, so of course I was happy.

As for the Ministry of Health... My health card was set to expire on my birthday, and since I'm a procrastinator I put off renewing it until the very last minute. Around noon on my birthday, Katie and I went down to the Ministry of Health office (henceforth known as "MoH" office) with a pile of "necessary documents" and waited. For forty minutes. Forty minutes just to be told that my mom had misinformed me and I didn't have the "proper documents". Apparently, in order to renew your health card, you need your entire personal history. They can't just look at your old card, see that you qualified for one when you first got it, look at a piece of mail with your name and address, and give you a new one.

That wasn't the only retarded thing about the whole retarded fiasco. See, since health cards are photo IDs, you kind of have to be there for them to take the photo. It took the "government officials" at the desk twenty minutes to tell some woman that she can't renew her son's health card without him. It took them 3 minutes to dismiss me. Not that I wanted to talk to them. Of course, the only person working was completely inefficient. She couldn't just do her stupid job. For every step of every procedure, she had to go around and ask every single person in the office what to do. Which would explain why she had to ask the first guy in line the same question thirty times. Needless to say, dealing with the MoH pisses me off.

And that's all for today, folks. Oh, I should say that my room is not yet fully clean, but I've made some major improvements.

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