Employment insurance is the biggest joke we have going in this country! Geez… you take a doctor prescribed one month stress leave during the process of your life falling apart. You’d think that’d be a cut and dry case of “gimme my @#$%~! money.” The amount of hoops one has to jump through is ridiculous!
First you go to their website and fill out their claim form online, all the while thinking to yourself that they got a clue and automated the damn thing. Afterwards you receive their lame teledac details in the mail. They give you this really awesome code that allows you to sit there on your @$$ while a rather erotic feminine synthesized voice repeats a far too verbose question twice, along with your answer for every single friggin detail they need, half of which is stuff you’re repeating from the original claim anyway.
By the time you’re done with that, you wish you had no hearing to begin with. If that wasn’t bad enough, you have to repeat the damn automated system from hell every two weeks… I’ll admit, it was my fault for letting the other one sit on my desk for so long. I just couldn’t bring myself to call that automated whore of a computer again. Finally mustered up the emotional strength to push her buttons today, only to find that its angry at me for being late.
Now I have to talk to one of their actual people during regular business hours which of course coincide with the range of time in which I could not possibly get ahold of them, unless I call them from work. Aaargh! Considering how lousy EI is setup, if given the choice I’d keep my premiums and take whatever risk it is they are supposed to be protecting me from. Don’t even get me started about this six to eight weeks thing either. In six to eight weeks I either starve or find another source of income, usually the latter.