Ugh. I know, I’m a big ‘ole bag of shit to be bitching so much, but I really, REALLY don’t want to go. I just don’t want to be irritated or aggravated, as it’ll make me want to drink more than I have been wanting to during the past few days!
I am collecting unemployment (UI) — who isn’t? No wonder this country’s one broke-ass ****** — and I got my first and last extension a few months ago. BUT, I missed the reassessment interview, which they sprung on me and which is mandatory, so now I have to go and ask them to resked it. No biggie, but of course, bureaucratic (that’s a weird spelling, but it’s correct!) nonsense reigns and when I called the local office last week they said to call the 1-800 number, but when I called the 1-800 number, I couldn’t get through (like literally, the voice on the other end said, Our line is busy, hang up and call back), so I went on the web site, and the web site says that the only way to resked is in fact, NOT through the web site or 1-800 number, but through your local “one-stop” office.
Oh, well. I got one word: Don’t make me brang out the New Yorker on someone’s ass.