UPDATE: This article was written November 19th, 2025 | As of November 28th, 2025 I have had to call twice due to issues at Government side
Most of you already know I wrote “Another Day, Another TTC/GO Transit Rant” back on November 19th, 2025. Well, buckle up — we’re back at it again, but this time the target isn’t transit. It’s the scam known as trusting a government official to notarize a document correctly. You’d think a notary connected to a Member of Provincial Parliament would know what they’re doing. Turns out that’s a bold assumption.
I held off writing this until I had my documents physically in my hands, because nothing in this process is real until you’re clutching the papers like a feral raccoon protecting a sandwich.
The only way this post goes live without the passport is if I hit the point where naming and shaming becomes the nuclear option. So picture this: I wake up at 4:30 AM, a time no sane human chooses, just to catch a damn bus and get into the city early for a 2:30 PM government appointment. And what happens? I find out the government official who notarized my paperwork didn’t even do it correctly. Good thing I showed up early.
I walked into that office only to be immediately yeeted back out like a chicken running around with its head cut off because the documents were wrong. Incompetently wrong. By some miracle, there was a legit professional notary — Red Seal Notary — literally across the street. I sprinted over, panicking for twenty minutes straight while they fixed what the MPP’s notary screwed up. Actual professionals. Imagine that.
It’s 6 PM EST as I’m typing this, bouncing around on a GO Transit bus with Wi-Fi that actually works for once.
And let me tell you: the MPP’s notary is getting an earful. I was lucky enough to handle this crap in person — imagine an elderly person trying to deal with this mess for a passport, or worse, a death certificate.
One screw-up from some clipboard warrior and their entire situation derails. All because someone didn’t bother reading the instructions on the form. I don’t even have a proper term for this shit-show.
So I’ll borrow an old euphemism from Jim Lahey himself — the late, great John Dunsworth (1946–2017): expect another post where I break down the full November shit-blizzard.
For now, I’ve got some Uncle Tetsu and I’m desperately trying to decompress. Until next time:
Always check the JumpGates.
Always check Local Chat.
And fly safe.