A law for having someone on hand to help the disabled, all good. Not allowing adults to pump their own gas to boost the economy is just dumb.
At what point do they count the number of disabled drivers using their station, decide it's not enough to justify paying someone to help them, and so the ones who do go there and need the service don't get it anymore?
This inability to recognize that a service is essential for the people with no other option is why there's no Greyhound service here anymore, and we lost our train service many years before that. I am stuck in Red Deer because I have no way to go anywhere else, unless it's a medical situation AND I can get extra funding to pay someone from the seniors' centre to take me.
So the ballyhoo of bus service between Calgary and Banff-Lake Louise or a couple of the other mountain lakes does me no good at all if I can't get to Calgary (a day trip like that would boost my mental health immensely; it's been 19 YEARS since I was last in the Rockies).
I think that believing other people's work is in some sense not real is highly correlated for contempt for the person doing that job.
Hm. I'm reminded of something my then-boyfriend said regarding my home typing business: "_____, when are you going to get a REAL job?"
I was shocked, and the other friend I was with nearly slapped him. She said, "EXCUSE me?"
So I explained why it's a REAL job. During the busy times of year, a
short day for me was about 12 hours. It would sometimes get to the point where I'd be up and awake for 30 hours straight, typing term papers, essays, resumes, and anything else people needed (did some pharmacy and chemistry papers as well, and my knowledge of chemical symbols and Greek letters came in handy for the things done on a typewriter, as I wrote them in by hand in black pen). Then I'd crash for as many hours as I could (took time for food, bathroom, and my soap opera), then get up and do it all over again. There were times in the winter when I'd go outside and shovel snow at 3 am just to wake up a bit.
Tell me that's not a real job. I put in as many hours/day as other people, but most of my hours were late afternoon through to next morning.
When my boyfriend figured that if I could do it, so could he. After all, if I could do it, how hard could it be?
Well, he gave up inside a month. It requires more than just the ability to type. When you're dealing with college and university students, it also takes some people skills and the ability to calm them down when they're frantic about their assignments. I got a lot of my clients because their friends who had gone to me first told them that unlike other typists who might be a little cheaper, I actually cared if they did well on their assignments. There were some classes they were taking that I'd already taken, so I could pass on a bit of advice now and then either about the assignment or in how to deal with the instructor (otoh, one of them did a classical history assignment that was so interesting that I decided to take the course myself - and had a blast when it turned out that the instructor had a way of making Roman history FUN).
You also need to be able to do a bit of gentle hustling. In one case a regular client was in tears and said she wouldn't be able to finish her anthropology paper because she couldn't find enough sources. I asked her what her topic was, and then told her that I'd done that same assignment myself and ran into the same problem. But I'd fixed that problem for myself by going out and buying stuff - books, magazine articles, etc. to use... and said I'd be willing to lend her my books so she could finish the paper (I really didn't want to miss out on what I'd make on a term paper of that length).
She was flabbergasted that I'd offer, and when I told her I was serious, she accepted. I wouldn't have made that offer to most of the clients, but there were some I'd trust that far (one character witness being my cat, Lightning, who adored her). She picked up the materials, wrote the paper, I typed it, she returned the materials, I got paid, she got a decent grade, and it was a win-win. When she moved on to university she mailed me her papers to type, rather than using someone local.