Life in a Six Flags theme park

That sure seems to be the way My life has gone so far this month.

First off, as anyone who peruses the commentary of My life known  as My diary would already know, My former contract of employment ended on the 31st of April.

*insert screams of riders on a rollercoaster, going down hill*

Things looked as though they’d be fairly decent. Financial statements were in good standing, credit cards paid up, 2 of 3 student loans up-to-date, and the 3rd to be brought up-to-date by the federal government through the claiming of My income tax return (however much that may be). Add to that the detail of qualifying for Unemployment Insurance because of the previous 11 months work, and things were looking fairly good.

*insert sound of rollercoaster chain as car climbs up hill of track*

Late last week, I received a letter in the mail from the British Columbia Student Loans department, stating that they had made “several attempts to contact” (several, to them, is 1 prior letter stating that My last payment was late), and that they were initiating a claim on the entire balance (in other words–collection). Knowing this to be an error on their part, I call them, and they proceed to claim that My account is 10 months behind, despite the fact that I held in My hand a check from January of this year. As a result, I now have to drudge up all the bank statements and cancelled cheques and fax them to the Investigations department. (personal note–I hope they try taking this to court, as I’ll make them look like the ButtCrack Sucking Legislators they are in front of a judge by presenting the proof of payments).

*re-insert screams of riders*

A couple days ago, I spoke with the current manager of the local Town Pantry (a gas station/convenience store, much on the same level as a 7-11, or as they have in many places in the US, a Dairy Mart), asking if he had any openings. Where most employers I’ve talked to in this town (including My own Aunt when she ran the Town Pantry) usually said either “we’re not hiring”, or “I’ll hold your resume on file”, The Manager (whom I’ll call “Curly” for the sake of anonymity) said to put My name in and drop off the resume. I expected the same as so many before, but yesterday while I was in to purchase a lottery ticket, Curly walked over to Me and said he’d likely call Me sometime next week to determine when I could come in so he could ask Me some questions.

*resonation of chain*

Anyway, after a little over a week of nothing but ups and downs, I’m not sure how much more of this rollercoaster ride I can handle.

*looks for the nearest garbage can to throw up in*