...the sadists at Canada Student Loans, who refuse to create a website with links that are actually active, forcing poor bastards who just want to do the right thing and play by their rules and fill out all the nice forms they want you to fill out in TRIPLICATE on absolutely the right kind of paper with the right kind of mental state (honoured and thankful that the peons in Ottawa making $155,000/ year condescended to grant you, a worthless slave to pop culture, a child of generation "whine", an interest-free loan during your studies - the fact that they raised tuition over 200% in the past 12 years notwithstanding - you are sucking at the government tit, and how dare you complain about it, there are starving children in Iraq, don't ya know, so get perspective already, besides, aren't you in (snicker)English?) to do twenty minutes of searching on their goddamned site to find a phone number or email address that'll actually connect you to a real person who'll tell you what you should actually do in ENGLISH, and not in some kind of nondescript, circular legalese which makes whatever language Chrétien spoke seem positively coherent, AND then, hire the most unpleasant people in the country to answer the phone, people for whom "hello" appears to be too much effort, and who believe that speaking slower than 1700 words per minute an absolute deviancy from standard operating procedure and who take it personally when you can't understand and ask them to repeat themselves and even (gasp!) explain one or eleven of the seemingly identical acronyms that spew forth from their racing maws (once, of course, you explain what exactly an acronym is) , which they do with a contempt so thick that it could be bottled and sold by Calvin Klein, fronted by a scornful looking male model wearing little more than a scowl and a CUPE membership card.
You know what? Being a CUPE cardholder myself... I personally blame the card. Did you know the card actually is covered in sharp little barbs to make you more surly? It also oozes incompetance (it leaves a stinky oily residue on everything it touches).
Ah, the joys of public servitude.
;p
Posted by: Neurotic Lymbo | October 15, 2004 at 15:58