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There are moments...
Mar. 7th, 2007 09:29 pmThere are days, and sometimes there are weeks. Rarely are there years and never, to my knowledge, have there been decades when I just get tired of all the monkeys in my life that don't clean up after themselves.
The details are rather boring, so let's just say that my brother and his wife have seriously ticked me off and cost me an extra two hundred bucks out of my world because of a situation they just let sit there and fester without doing anything about it.
It involved my mother's bank account, 139 dollars of stolen checks, and letting the bank put the account into collections to get the money back.
This became a big deal because in the annual reporting to the Indiana Family and Social Services Administration, I have to report what mom's banking activity is. I was told by my brother that the account had been closed last year.
Not so.
The Social Services want the final bank statement by Monday the next. I just got the account out of collections today (Wednesday), and sent a fax to the bank asking for the final statements to be faxed to the Social Services office, or, if not that, then to me at my billing address.
*sigh* I called my contact at the Social Services and had to leave a voice mail, as she was not available. I explained what the issue is and hopefully I can gain a bit more time, but I don't know. Government offices tend to be a bit stringent.
What this does to me is to piss me off, make me rather darkly despondant over who I can trust, and shove me deeper into my cavern, knowing that I'm the only one that the world can depend upon when there's a mess to be cleaned up.
Silly and self destructive, yes, I know. And just as I know it, I'm also striving to work myself out of it. For instance... I just bought my first ever bundt pan. I'm debating on how to make Ren Faire shoes for myself, cuz I'm too cheap to buy them. I'm debating on the overall cost of many things, and I'm just about to toss all the debates out the world and either dive in or dive out.
No response is really necessary. Just wanted people that wonder to know I'm still here, just through the glass darkly. Nothing wise from this mind at the moment, nothing profound. Just that I'm still here, and that's about it.
;) Now watch... knowing me, I'll probably come up with something story wise or some other god-awful observation...
The details are rather boring, so let's just say that my brother and his wife have seriously ticked me off and cost me an extra two hundred bucks out of my world because of a situation they just let sit there and fester without doing anything about it.
It involved my mother's bank account, 139 dollars of stolen checks, and letting the bank put the account into collections to get the money back.
This became a big deal because in the annual reporting to the Indiana Family and Social Services Administration, I have to report what mom's banking activity is. I was told by my brother that the account had been closed last year.
Not so.
The Social Services want the final bank statement by Monday the next. I just got the account out of collections today (Wednesday), and sent a fax to the bank asking for the final statements to be faxed to the Social Services office, or, if not that, then to me at my billing address.
*sigh* I called my contact at the Social Services and had to leave a voice mail, as she was not available. I explained what the issue is and hopefully I can gain a bit more time, but I don't know. Government offices tend to be a bit stringent.
What this does to me is to piss me off, make me rather darkly despondant over who I can trust, and shove me deeper into my cavern, knowing that I'm the only one that the world can depend upon when there's a mess to be cleaned up.
Silly and self destructive, yes, I know. And just as I know it, I'm also striving to work myself out of it. For instance... I just bought my first ever bundt pan. I'm debating on how to make Ren Faire shoes for myself, cuz I'm too cheap to buy them. I'm debating on the overall cost of many things, and I'm just about to toss all the debates out the world and either dive in or dive out.
No response is really necessary. Just wanted people that wonder to know I'm still here, just through the glass darkly. Nothing wise from this mind at the moment, nothing profound. Just that I'm still here, and that's about it.
;) Now watch... knowing me, I'll probably come up with something story wise or some other god-awful observation...
