So I had a bit of a rage moment and I think I scarred K for life with it. She’s seen me sarcastic, she’s seen me bitter, she’s seen me roll my eyes and seen me be annoyed. She has never seen me turn ourselves around swearing at the top of my lungs about how much my city’s snow removal sucks. Can I mention that it’s 90% privatized too?
What happened was that the plows cleared the streets, which would have been well and fine if they had not DUMPED THE PACKED SNOW ONTO THE SIDEWALK high enough that I couldn’t get G’s stroller around it. Sadly my emergency contacts fell through and K could not get to school today. Instead of just stewing in the rage and eventually calming down, I called the city, lodged the complaint, was told that the sidewalk plows should be done by the end of the day and that my complaint will be looked at within 5 business days…..
Well….what good is that going to do?
In case anyone wants to know, I am a bit strict when it comes to education. School is the most important thing in K’s life right now and while she adores it and I make it fun, education is no joke. Missing school once in a while in Kindergarten I can get over, but due to an abomination known as the windchill yesterday and the plow incident today, I’m freaking out and getting paranoid. Why paranoid? Because I live in the 3rd shittiest ward in the entire city….and no one cares about the residents here.
We’re the last to get our sidewalks cleared after the hoity toity neighborhoods, we’re the last to get our streets cleaned in the summer, the last to get the mosquitoes sprayed. Since we’re high in Aboriginals, immigrants, and us under-the-poverty-line types, it’s not a big deal if we get to enjoy a few less days outside because we’re bombarded with mutant blood suckers. It’s not a big deal if our street looks dirty because hey, we’re all poor and dirty and no one is going to be visiting in our area anyway! It’s not a big deal that some of the poorest of our society can’t get around and get shit done. I mean, we’re all welfare queens who’ve got all day today and tomorrow and omg AMIRITE??
Um, no. My husband has started work. I am in this alone and despite the best network of friends…well…they gotta work too. They can’t drop everything because I’m having a shit fit. We can’t move because we don’t have the income to move. I certainly don’t have the time to shovel the area sidewalks all by myself, though if I did I’m sure I’d be a hero to my neighbours. My parent’s area? With less people and fancy cars? Already done yesterday. Core area where we need to get around so badly? They’ll get around to it. It’s amazing the paranoia you develop when you live in a forgotten area, because a little thing like a fucking snow plow not doing its proper job makes you think of how forgotten you are as a person. This city has SUCH a shitty attitude towards the core area and its residents. The worst part is that it comes from gross Conservative types who think Winnipeg is all that. Fellow Canucks, you know the kind….Toronto tastes with a Flin Flon budget. They’re oh so concerned about the image of the city though they don’t realize that maybe if they cared about ALL areas of the city equally, we’d be better off.
In the meantime, that little girl in the picture? She cried on the way back. Because she can’t go to school. She was looking forward to singing the Number Rock. Maybe next time I’ll get a note from the city asking the school to excuse her absence due to lack of proper planning and City Hall douchebaggery.