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Thus my adventure begins, a journey into the challenges of motherhood! CAST: WACKY HUSBAND ~ A man that I have to *page* before I get an answer to my questions when he's reading, which is all the time. KID ~ aka "Boogers", a nickname that drives Grandma insane. But to the point 'ya know?' SASHA ~ HUGE, throwback pomeranian who didn't turn out to be cute and fluffy like I wanted. Sometimes known to be housetrained. INLAW GRANDPARENTS ~ Not evil yet, but that may change.

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Thirty something woman with one husband, two kids and a variety of wildlife living under one roof.

Friday, March 11, 2005

The Stupidity of it All.

It's that time of year again when your worst, past employer crawls under a rock when you need them the most. Go figure. I have decided that trying to get a T4 out of a particular employer is worse than trying to pull out my own teeth.

This particular idiot, started out like every other employer. Nice. That is until they decide just how long they want to keep you around. Don't deny it, you would do the same if you were in their shoes.

In the case of this one idiot, I decided quickly after working for him that I was going to quit in short order and ironically, he decided that I should stay forever.....in fact, so forever....that I would be a future business partner. Unfortunately for him, I quit to preserve my sanity and now; his would be partner only exists in his wet dreams.

In comes revenge. This now disappointed employer then decides to make my next year of not working for him a nightmare. He decides for starters to make my ROE go missing by not making one up the day I leave. Months later I am making several phones calls for it and he responds by hanging up the phone after I say hello. Eventually, way past the date of when I really, really needed it, he sends one to me. A mental thanks to the asshole. After all, who needs money when going on maternity leave?

So after all this, you would think that this saga is over. Oh no, sure enough with my brain still suffering the last dredges of pregnancy stupidity; I soon realize that I also needed a T4 from the same guy. Damn. Now I am back to phoning him to get the royal treatment of being cut off at the first ring or better yet being told that he'll call back in a minute (His minute is several days, a week or never).

To deal with him, I thought in my great wisdom that I would phone Revenue Canada. I now get to fill out a huge form to complain. Seemingly, just phoning isn't enough....they want me to tell them in writing just how exactly I have been hard done by. Just how many ways do I need to tell them that I am missing my T4 and my past employer won't give it to me?

And through all this mess, here is the kicker.........my past employer's wife works for....you guessed it....Revenue Canada. All I can do? Is tip my hat to them.

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