I am angry because my medical benefits were screwed up royally. I was fretting all week and had to get it straightened out by filling in numerous applications and the usual horsepuckey. This meant I had to go down round City Centre and speak to some desk jockeys. O Discordia! My friend was going to the same area because she had some treaty business to take care of at Native Affairs and I went with her. After spending a goodly spell getting things stamped and faxed and some manilla envelopes sent off to the agencies of the God of the Slumbering Red Tape, I was so relieved to have it all finished. We stopped at a Tim Hortons to celebrate our doings. When we got back to our place...she lives across the rud...there was a nasty job over with,,,,preposition,,,preposition. When I checked my phone messages, there was one from the office saying I had left my ID and my Social Insurance card down there. I have to wait till monday to go and fetch it all the way downtown again. GRrrrrrrrrrrrrr!