I may as well use the form and put in a proper request.
Itinerary
Such a simple thing to do. Write a paragraph on a form and submit it. So simple, yet so complicated and time consuming. First, I am burdened with wording, appropriate and actual longer term effect. Then I cannot find a clean form which makes me thankful I tool the time to scan one. However, my printer is on the fritz again. I cannot print. I had no money to deal with that problem. Search the web for a type-able form, nope cannot find one.
Ok. Use an image editing program to nicely type into the form for legibility, appreciation / respect towards the reader etc., then go spend fuel and money printing one. The time of mine that spent on this stuff is just over the top. Then I try to tie it in with other needs, like the desire to sort out things with my truck, or waiting on my answer to client and his answer to me. Everything just grinds to a standstill.
I originally finally filled this form out April 4th, but it's nice and easy to read. This after meaning to do it months ago while burdened with other issues. The longer I delay, the longer I wait and never recover the files. Sure enough, the Crown Office and anyone / everyone will throw their delays in there.
Everyone except for the nice lady today at the Crown Office. Even my leaking tire that I didn't replace, it even slows me down today. Near flat and without a jack. I just want to ramble for no reason. I get bothered by all the little things. Including the $2 and the fuel used to print the above letter. When you have no money, that's a huge expense. Especially if you attempting to be extremely efficient.
Unmarked Car
I thought I'd better eat something before going any further with my day. I stopped at A&W for a really quick hamburger so that I could at least have something in my stomach. I don't like fast food, but it seemed like a sensible decision. While waiting in the drive through I notice an Officer of some sort. He was doing the same. Either that, or I am monitored and he parked here while I was printing the above at Staples. I am always surprised to see Police Officers, Sheriff's, and/or anyone else eat fast food. I guess I hold them in higher regard, but then again.. I don't at the same time. Action proves stronger than words.
Anyways, could read the badge from distance, an I decided I didn't care. I assumed it was a Sheriff but now I don't. I don't know if they drive those cars, and I just saw the same or similar again in Port Moody here a day later.
Integrated Road Safety Unit
After getting my burger which actually wasn't that bad, I decided to pull over an eat it properly. I pulled off to quickly park in front of a parked semi-truck and trailer. He soon started his engine and began to move, so I quickly pulled across the street into another parking lot to be polite. Trucks, they need and appreciate lots of room.
Before I knew it there was a Integrated Road Safety Unit parked right behind me in that fashion that police and the like do. Letting their presence be known. I sat there for a moment finishing my burger thinking to myself, did the Sheriff put him onto me? Is this is a message of who is who in regards to my emailed Recommendations to Lori Aston which are posted on this site? That is Police and everyone should just permanently stay away from me?
Was it my truck, that continually never gets progress in getting set up properly for five years running? I don't have a problem with it, I kind of like it like this. I can tinker without scratching any interior parts any further. I been thinking I should leave it with all the interior trim missing. It's so much better as I change my mind as to how it should be setup. ICBC don't have a problem with it, everything required works as it should.
I thought I would get out and ask him if there was anything I could do for him. My approach wasn't quite right, as I might have been a aggressive in nature. Maybe he wasn't there for after all, maybe like me he just wanted a quite spot to check his computer. He said no, and walked away feeling bad as seemed rather defensive. I didn't mean to speak to an older man as I did. I felt bad, came back and apologised only this time he barely put the window down for me. Then we both tried to leave at the same time.
Anyways, whatever. I drove to the court house thinking maybe it's all positive things and who knows. People have their jobs to do. My mind turns on so many things. Do I have the Right to... ? That depends who's above I guess.
Crown Office
Such a nice lady. This one is always happy, always friendly, always polite. I was taken aback after looked at their board where she had the date written. The only two names on there, standing out in prominence, where the first names of my grandfather and grandmother. I almost cried typing that just now. Anyways, here I was strucken. I had to enquire as to who they were. Defendants or.. ? Staff. They were Crown Office Staff.
Which, just as below... gave me reason to think I should be conducting myself so much better. Better than can be.
Provincial Court Judges
They put their pants on the same way as we do, as my friend so eloquently put it: One leg at time. Everything happens for a reason I used to be told. That's how I was left feeling when I noted the humble approach of a rather tall man in a judges robe walking into using the same washroom I was. Which naturally left me feeling remorseful for not being better with my words and my thoughts: here, there, and everywhere.
If I could tweak myself for better performance. If I was only a more perfect person.