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I suppose when I called the YMCA childcare service's phone number given to me via email after the website said "email us for info" and the reply was "HOW'D YOU GET THIS NUMBER!?" I shouldn't have expected, yanno, a nice response. Instead, at no point via email or phone did someone inform me they didn't do PT care until the snotty final call where she huffed "WE HAVE AN 18 MONTH WAIT LIST AND WE DON'T DO PT CARE!"

18 m? SoooOOoOo, you put your name on the list a year and a half in advance of having said child. We would have had to list ourselves that far in advance? What fuckery is this? Anyway, it doesn't seal my belief in their "we're for healthy families and kids!" mission statement. Arseholes.

We have some options left to run down at least but what fuckery finding any kind of care is in this country. We really honestly lack on that front. Of course people will howl don't have kids if you're gonna farm them out to care!don't wanna pay for your kid! but um, women are needed in the workforce too.

I can at least work from home. I'll have my bench set up after a fashion and we'll work, and get by but we need pt care for me to finish my diploma program.

Ah well. He smiles his big goofy gummy grin and I fall in love with him a bit more every time. wee lunatic.

Oh, and we had a run in with the starbucks in the middle of eaton ctr: they refused my slightly torn new canadian 20. Snottily informed me it was chain policy not to accept ripped money. Since I did my time in the retail trenches, this sounded stupid but the surly cashier and his manager both haughtily declared they just don't take them anywhere. Um. Yes. YOU DO. We know. We called Corporate, you shitheels. It's called "tape that shit together and get over yourself".

The new bills plastic window seems a bit prone to crack and tear.

The two locations nearest me? One of them took the bill. And y'know, they're super friendly, they know Stirling and I, and they comped me when I was 60c short the other day. Won't go back to the eaton crt location. the coffee they gave us was nearly cold to boot. Granted it was near closing but it would have simply been better to say "I'm sorry, we turned our machines off and the coffee's not hot anymore" instead of this ridiculousness.

Ok, going to write or read while waiting for bug to finish yayayayayayaing himself to sleep. his new fave thing: jam all his fingers in his mouth and happily go "ya ya ya ya ya!" Its hilarious and LOUD. I hope the volume control's next on the discovery list.

RAAAGE

Oct 4th: Got referral for a tubal and to laser out some endometriosis. Dropped referral off at Gyn office one floor above the OB's office. ONE FLOOR. I walked that motherfucking form UP ONE FLOOR. I said I wasn't particular be it male or female. Just, y'know, whoever's available. Pick one.

Oct 21st Followed up to find out if the referral had fallen into the pits of no return. Told it takes 2-3 weeks to triage referrals and do the bookings, and Oh, didn't I drop the form off Aug 10, that's what the system says. NO. I did not. And they tell me they just booked the ones they got 0ct 3-10. So in either scenario I should have had an appointment sometime.

Nov 4th I go back and I'm told it's 3-4 MONTHS to get an appointment and they'll look into where my referral is and triage and the doc has a long wait list because she's ever so popular unlike the other docs. I ask if I can be transferred to someone with a lighter list because i assume they're all trained and competent( unlike the desk staff it seems.) I ask why, what wisdom is there in giving the doc with the heaviest workload, a fairly routine case? Pour quoi? Why?

Today: Called back. They actually have no record of my referral form. it's LOST and gone. De nada. Well isn't that a nice little privacy risk? I can call and speak to a clerical wonk tomorrow or I can talk to the office manager tuesday and if I could just get my OB to fax over a new form perhaps?

No. They should contact him for a new form. Not me. You fucking explain that your raging fucktard of an office staff MISPLACED MY GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING REFERRAL AFTER I FOLLOWED UP TO BE SURE IT DID NOT GET MOTHERFUCKING LOST.

Ahem. Why is it now on MY head to fix your mistake? Own up. FIX THE FUCKING ISSUE.

I seriously could go down there with a bat and break some heads. The doctors in the system are good, but so help me the fucking clerical staff are the most goddamn useless wastes of skin that ever occupied time and space. USELESS fucking morons.

Yeah. Tuesday there's gonna be a fucking reckoning.

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friday: get mail, get new referral, go to baby-fair thing and speak to several nanny agencies exhibiting there. WALK WALK WALK MORE WALK.

Saturday: fisharium. Sunday may or may not do studio,dunno yet.

Ah, Ford. thanks for making Toronto look worse than it really is. Thank you those who didn't vote and those swayed by some ridiculous idea that the downtown lived high on Suburban Joe lunchbox's taxes. Don't complain when your road isn't the first plowed in winter.

And to my west coast friend STILL making with the fucking butthurt that we live here: PLEASE. GET THE EVER LOVING FUCK OVER IT. I don't make constant snipes about the hippydo dah yoga bullshit of vancouver and the pot smoking so please can it with the toronto jabs. We get it. You're buttsore over this, but the constant swipes and snarks aren't so much the funny anymore.