Ugh… not fun

Applied for EI today. Geez that’s humiliating. I didn’t think I’d ever have to do something like this again. What a yucky feeling. I went into the office to apply, but I didn’t have to. I was told to come home and do it here over the web. I’m glad I went in though. I got the displeasure of hearing some other gentleman screeching at the nice lady at the reception desk. He didn’t have his permanent residency card and was howling at this woman like it was her fault. Eek! After he left (we were he only two who wanted to see reception) I told her I wouldn’t be that difficult. We both had a good laugh. I still didn’t feel so hot about even being there.

I’m still pretty stunned, and my pride’s kicking up quite a stink, that I have to even apply for EI. Hell I thought I was doing a great job where I was. It felt too easy somedays. I guess ‘work’ has to be hard and you have to spend a lot of time to get things done to appear productive in some people’s eyes, even when you’re handily completing tasks that month’s before you had no idea you could do. How someone could begrudge needing a little direction when new to something is beyond me, but that’s the way it is I guess. I thought admitting to the need for and asking for help was really a strong person’s thing to do. Perhaps not everyone sees it that way.