I know I said I'd help write that stupid fucking letter to unemployment, but that didn't mean I'd write the whole damn thing. And if you can't pay attention to what they need from you enough to communicate it to me, that does not oblige me to either (a) call unemployment to figure out what you're not telling me -- something that could cost you money, kid, 'cause I'm not entirely sure I'm supposed to be doing this, not being a lawyer or anything close or (b) read your mind to figure out what I need to do.
Between this and a few other things, my faith in humanity is near all time lows. Joyee. I'll be back later when I'm a little more together.