hrdc blues
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2003.12.18
This morning I went to the HRDC to see about the program they have for getting self-employed people going.
Meredith, my appointed person, seemed put off by the fact that I'd just taken a permanent gig, and went through the motions in a perfunctory fashion. I don't really understand it, given that I'd made the appointment weeks ago before all of this happens, and that I can still make use of the plan at any point in the next three years, but there it is.