Walkermatrix ©

It’s not enough that I live in a winter wonderland, (wonder where all the land is under the blanket of snow all over the place), dealing with the government and ass wipe collection agencies I have to be a super hero too.

Where to begin?
The first week with the kids has gone very well.
I think they have lightened up a lot and my oldest that never spoke to me rattles off to me like a machine gun.
Soon I may have to tell her to shut up down the road.
The youngest is a handful still but she is trying a lot and I am giving her a little slack, that’s all, just a little.

I think the kids have been suppressed by their mother so long they are in a time warp and it will take some time and confidence for them to be who they are but they are doing 1000 times better than before according to what we see and what they say and do.

The system is fucking me up more than anything right now.
We have a bus strike that has gone on for thirty-one days and they just rejected 7% pay increase, 8 days more of sick leave without a doctors certificate and route choices according to seniority.
I don’t know how much these people make but I bet it’s over forty grand maybe even closer to fifty but with everything as it is in the economy and thousands of people unemployed and ten times that many making minimum wage, I got to wonder if we are not being held up.
They’re just lucky I’m not mayor.
I’d tell people free parking downtown and take those people starving for jobs and teach them how to drive buses over the next six months and let the greedy fucks loose their butts to know what its like to live below the poverty line.
If they can’t survive on 40,000 a year, money is not their problem.
They need therapy.
Fuck it would be cheaper to put the bus drivers on welfare and pay the people on welfare fifteen an hour to drive buses.
But I’m not the mayor.

My daughter qualifies for a child tax credit here, which my ex is so graciously still receiving.
I don’t know how much it is yet but I am trying to take it from her to give to my daughter to buy new clothes and other things she needs like an allowance.
Something she never knew before it seems.
The only real problem is that I have to deal with the government and after being on the phone for two hours with them I found out I can get it if I fill in and send the forms.
After that they will assess it and send me the money in about, oh…….three months time
Did I mention their office is a fifteen-minute drive from my place or a twenty-minute bus ride?
Bus, where?
Sorry I’m a little snow blind.
Three months, fuck but it is retroactive which is good in one way and not in another.
Until it’s transferred to me the EX will be getting it.
How many of you wanna bet that when they switch it to me they go after her for restitution?
Government is just one big fucken headache.

If it’s not enough having to deal with public servants I have to deal with idiots too in the form of collection agencies.
I have two problems and one I tried to resolve 20 years ago but they’re to stupid to realize they fucked up.
One is for a traffic ticket I never got twenty years ago.
I went in and said it wasn’t me and showed proof that it couldn’t be but twenty years later I have a collection agency after my ass for $110 that they are NOT going to get.

See while that ticket I supposedly got was being written I was five miles away surrounded by cruiser and cops pointing guns at me and I got three tickets to prove it but is that enough, no because the city still believes I can be in two places at the same time and driving two cars.
Now this collection agency is not so bad.
They are polite I admit but they started the tempo of part of the evening and my disposition.

They called around 6pm.
We talked and I explained, laughed and joked.
Actually she was puzzled by my lazidazical approach to being sent to collection and I explained that there were more important things in life than worrying about something I really don’t give a fuck about.

After hanging up the phone rang and it was the same company calling for the same fucken ticket.
I explained that I had just talked to someone just minutes earlier but she didn’t believe me and I insisted that I just did.
After five minutes of wrangling with her I hung up.
You would think these people talked to each other.
About ten minutes after that the phone rang again and it was the same fucken people but this time it was a guy.
I told him about the other two and he didn’t believe me so I got a little rough with the fucker as my temperature rose and see how I was getting really fucken mad he said it might have been the automated calling machine that screwed up.
I don’t a rats ass who’s fault it is.
If the person can’t do the work why get a machine that can’t either.

By this, time not only was I exhausted from the day’s activities I was now pissed.
I stated making dinner and the phone rang again and this time it was the other thorn in my neck.
Three months ago I got an call from Telus offering me a cell phone for 7 a month for a year and two more years at 45 a month with the option of picking a cheaper plan if I so choose.
It seemed like a good idea so I said sure and I even took the call displace and answering machine feature for ten buck.
First month the bill comes in and it’s $149.
WTF I call them up and they say there is no such deal.
HUH?
Two months down the road they want $900.
Fuck you.
I have used the phone what, thirty minutes maybe forty.
I’m not paying it and told them if they want their money they have to take me to court and they don’t want to do that because it would mean they would have to produce the recorded contract.

So they harass me instead like they do everyone but I’m not every one.
If you try and rip me off, fuck me around, I’m going to make you pay for it.
Most people who call me hang up laughing but some who want to threaten me, let’s just say the one yesterday hung up in shock.

They call and I am pleasant as always the she says something along the lines of that I am a dead beat.
This is a collection agency by the way not Telus.
Telus are the gangsters and the collection agency are the muscle.
I told her to fuck off and she tried to give me some threatening song and dance BS until I got mad and told her she was a greedy bitch who was trying to extort money from me top earn her commission.
That’s when she went into her own little tantrum calling me a sexist for calling her a bitch and how could a fifty year old call a twenty-two year old a bitch.
22, that’s it?
Well if she keeps talking to people like she talked to me, she is going to hear it a lot more and them some I think.
I wonder is she will accuse a woman as being a sexist if she calls her a bitch?

I don’t care who you are, you try to screw with me, then the gloves hit the floor.
If we let anyone walk over us without a fight what are we telling our kids?
I have had few problems with people over the years.
My phone bill is 150 a month and it’s never been cut off.
Maybe a little late sometimes but the late fee is paid.
It’s the same with the other 500 a month I pay for other bills required around the house so why would I begin by screwing with Telus?
I took their deal because it was a good one.
Maybe it is to good to be true?

I have no intension of paying for it and am in the process of getting back with my old cell phone provider who I had for 10 years with out a glitch.
Sometimes change is not a good thing as is fucking with Walker when he knows he is being screwed with.

That was it for the callsfpr a bit and we ended up watching a new movie that just came out before we all went to bed.
In the morning we got up and I took one kid to work and the other to school like usual and then headed on back home.
This is where the action started.
As I was following the other cars through the green light a car slide through the intersection taking out the lead car and sending other swerving out of the way when the car next to me slammed the breaks on only to have a double dump truck ride right up his ass sending him over to the oncoming lane.
The guy immediately in front of me broke right to avoid the sliding mayhem in front of him to be hit in the door by the guy beside me.

Where was I?
Sailing through the intersection with my eyes closed.
I don’t know how or why but I got out of that with nothing more than sludge on the window.

Feeling really lucky I made my way to the tax office to pick up some forms and then headed off home.
I wasn’t more than half a block to the laneway when some guy riding a bike in my lane falls off.
I started breaking and watched as he got closer and closer until he disappeared under my bumper.
FUCK!!!!!!!!

I got out of the car and walked around with everyone else who piled out of their cars and I looked under the bumper.
Yes, there he was, just before the undercarriage.
The car stopped just in time.
Why do p[eople ride bikes in the winter again?
Does it get any easier?

As I was sitting here the phone rang.
It was my cousin calling to invite us to her father's 80th Birthday party.
"BITCH"
I love her but she works for Telus

Have a nice weekend

Walker