Well. That was anti-climactic.

I just came back from the EI office. Having heard horror stories, I was expecting a dark, crowded, dour office with hard wooden chairs and evil civil servants looking down their noses at me because I was no longer one of society’s beneficial contributors. Evidently, I read too much Dickens (or Lemony Snicket). Instead, I walked into a bright, open office, waited in a line of four people to get to the front desk, told the nice gentleman who served me in the language of my choice that I had applied on-line but was here to drop off my Record of Employment, where did I need to go? He smiled at me and said I didn’t need to go anywhere or see anyone, because he could take it. Seeing by the print-outs in my hand that I had obtained a confirmation number from the on-line application (I’m so prepared), he told me that I’d be receiving further instructions in the mail. I blinked, and said, “That’s all?” “Yes, he said, smiling again and holding out his hand for my ROE. “Can I just make a copy of this, then?” I said, still stunned. He even directed me to a (free) photocopier, then gestured me out of line again when I returned to take the ROE with another friendly smile.

And I walked out five minutes after I’d walked in. It would have been sooner if I’d thought ahead and had already made the copy of my ROE. My husband couldn’t stop shaking his head with a grin; he claims that the ease of the whole exercise further underscores the fact that this was the right decision.