have a rant from time to time

I WANNA SCREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAM!
The truck driver just filed a claim with my insurance company asking to be “refunded for damages”.
I’m here at home after two weeks; my foot is still in bad conditions, I’m having several hundreds euros worth of physical therapy; I have to postpone my resignation and consequently my move to France, and this jerk asks me for money, making up a huge fat lie?

Thankfully this goal isn’t daily at all, but at least I can vent when I need to. Like, you know, when a truck runs over you when you’re on the scooter and, like, your foot gets pressed between the truck and the scooter. And even if nothing’s broken (hullo! a brand new hero anyone?), hell, yeah, I’m pissed (and in my bed for the coming days) :(

Oh—and the fact that my boss wants me to work anyway from home, because I’m indispensable (grrr) it’s not helping. At all.

Chances are that C. must leave France.
He loves his job (he’s one of the few in Europe who can do it), the company he’s consulting for just loves him, but the French government doesn’t give a shit about his Dutch work permit, and the fact that he’s hired full time by a Dutch company. “As long as he’s American, he’s not even getting around the building”.

Now. US immigration policies are the biggest evidence of clueless dumbassness of law makers in Washington (you can’t pretend the world ends beyond Mexico, dudes), but at least they seem to be democratic in their jerkness: you may come from Lesotho or from Australia, it’s the very same thing.
In France are they making it personal?? Because, AFAIK, with a work permit issued by a EU country you can work, like, in every EU country!

I’m really furious. Not only because this hurt someone I love, but also because democracies evidently aren’t working anymore, if they can so easily deprive us of the very right to be happy where we want to be. There’s something deeply flawed in it.

Robbing me softly
I just discovered that to collect some few hundreds euros for my insurance I have to pay 100 euros for paperwork. Seemingly this money covers notification expenses to the vehicles’ registration authority: dear RA, someone stole my scooter. But I think that with 100 euros I could call them 100 times a day for a month, and they could consider themselves very notified after the first few hours. The latter option sounds much more effective, doesn’t it?

The poisonous fascination of Internet flames
I know. I shouldn’t do that. I get physically sick when I enter a flame. Not that they’re always pointless. The one I had with saara (even if I’m not proud of everything I wrote) really gave me something to reflect upon, and, if I’m not a better person for that, it surely challenged what I thought was my open-mindedness in a constructive way.
But most Internet flames ARE pointless. And I’m not getting into the one I dangerously tiptoed around. Even if I would be SO tempted :(

My mini hand luggage contains:
1) cellphone
2) keys
3) purse
4) passport + e-ticket receipt
5) strippenkaart
6) book (I’M NOT READING YOUR CRAPPY CORPORATE AIRLINE MAGAZINE!)

Tell me I’m not allowed to take my cellphone with me and you’re dead, dudes. And if you lose my luggage I’m getting a whole new wardrobe at Max Mara in Amsterdam tomorrow.

On the bright side: I’m off to the land of rain and cold (grrr) for the next days! Ciao!

... just because today:
a) I can’t pack my laptop, since the world’s going crazy and tomorrow they may refuse it as a hand luggage. Time to dust some paper for work, I guess (how do you use that pen thingie, again?)
b) Highest Almighty Godly Boss made a huge gaffe today, and told me something really mean. He didn’t really mean (ha!) it, I’m positive, but, whatever - it was said. Asshole. I wasn’t -ballsy blasphemous enough to actually call him names, but I’m sure it was written in neon light lettering all over my face. But this is my rant corner, right? So, again: asshole.
c) Boss? Hey, boss? You can count up to six, can’t you? Great. So, HOW COME that I have to write the 50% of the documents on my own, while at least four consultants are just arranging flowers? You don’t have to tell me now, take your time. Because for the next ten days I want to forget you all even exist.
d) I know, it was a multiple rant. But I need a vacation. Urgh!