Okay, so between the bank and the friggin' horses, I hated yesterday almost completely and today wasn't starting out so wonderful either, but...
It's getting better with every passing minute... (so far *raps on skull in lieu of wood*)
First, the same chick who came and took home three kittens a week or so ago came back today to return my cat-carrier and took another kitten.Granted, she showed up unannounced, hence my house wasn't what I consider "people clean" but, after she got back home, she called me later in the day to tell me she's found a pet shop that'll take a few, too. She's pretty cool.
Found her in my local Freecycle group. Then, I kinda get the house halfway clean and the washer takes it's first serious shit. Thing's only over 20 years old and has been moved with me 4 or 5 times so far and Lord only knows what it went through prior to that, so I didn't get mad.
Hell, I figured it was "the third thing".
You know how bad shit happens in threes?
Well, I figured me not working is #1.
This horsehockey with Eric's check being #2 (which is a post unto itself, which I shall stick in the EP for your amusement and astonishment that I am even remotely sane at this point especially considering the fact that I don't get stoned 24/7 like I used to anymore).
Then, the washer dying was #3. So, I was being philosophical about the whole deal. Then, George fixed it.
Yay... Then, I run into Mrs Boss and find out about work and the App and feel way much better. Then, I remember the bankruptcy and kinda got knotted up again. Tried calling the 800 number for the bank and got only totally unhelpful dotheads.
Then, I actually FOUND the damned bankruptcy papers that say it's been discharged and is over with, along with my divorce papers from hubby #1 and my SS card, which I hadn't seen since we moved here AND and my favorite picture of me EVER... my Jersey DL from yeeeears ago. (I had access to a mirror mere minutes before the picture was taken and it came out GOOD. That's why I still have it.) So, that's all the shit I need for the bank, the DMV to get my license renewed and to get my SS card corrected with my current last name before it changes again. And, knowing the way shit works in my life, I fully expect something HUGE to break through with that, once I get my name changed and everything straight finally.
Liiiike, as soon as I get my current last name on my card, the Jersey BC will die or divorce papers with his name on them will magically appear in the mailbox from her. (Since she fucked it up last time, after being the one to "want" the fuckin' divorce, we made it known, through George, to her long ago that SHE will be paying for the divorce this time. Made it out like it ain't no concern to us, we're fine just being together and she ain't botherin' us a damned bit. This is the attitude we've taken with her all along... a very bored "whatEVER, bitch" kinda thing. We do this specifically because we know it makes her so completely insanely pissed, she eats her own face. We're hoping it someday makes her head literally, actually explode. We just hope Jr. is clear of the splatter.) Anyway, once I change it, I'll "hafta" change it again.
This I know. And, the idea of getting alla this shit done, including getting the car inspected some (damned) day and all of us being 100% provably legal is kinda exciting/unsettling/too-"adult"-for-my-comfort. I mean, I still haven't gotten Vic inspected from waaaay back last September when we got him on the road and moved here. I've had the wrong last name on my soash card for over 20 years. Eric hasn't had "valid ID" for about 5 years. I haven't had any kind of bank account for about 6 years. And, to me personally, the most scary of all... I have a ton of cats I need "official" help with to get them all spayed/neutered. The money I'm gonna need scares me bad enough. But, the involvement of any "official" people terrifies me, because I see all the time on the shows on Animal Planet how they get involved and suddenly you have no animals left and I ain't havin' THAT. But, this needs to be done and it'll be ever s'much better after it is. I just have to, again, find the most low-keyed groups to turn to. ANYBODY getting involved scares me because of "for your own good-ers", but I've been looking into it and there are a few groups I think I can ask things of about this shit, if not trust. I've been living as "under the radar" as I can for the last few years.
After the shit I went through the first few hundred years of my life, I like it this way. I don't wanna be able to be "found". I like being as anonymous and low-key and invisible as possible. Thank goodness none of what I'm about to have to do is gonna "out" me too awful much. And, no matter how "known" I am, Eric will be less so and that's good. Til that bitch dies, he stays as "unknown" as we can make it. No bank account (that she could raid) or any of that shit. His shit is safe "in my name" and he knows it. George can vouch for that.
I'm not one of "those" kinda women.
I can be trusted with shit like this. Anyway... It's about 11:30 or so.
Everybody but me is asleep.
The house is mostly done and I'm gonna go finish it while I bake a cake.
Then, I'll be able to sleep, knowing that I have as many ducks in a row as I can find to tackle the crrrrAP that's coming due after lo, these many years. Hell, I'm fuckin' lucky I got by with this as long as I have.
I know that. And, I've also learned by it how to do this as low-key as it can be done and continue with my (mostly) unmolested way of life. And Mr Boss was bidding on an Appaloosa for me last night.
Holy wow... *shaking head*
Knee deep in hot water, broke out in cold sweat.
Can't catch a turtle, in this rat race.
Feels like I'm losing, at a breakneck pace. Afraid of my own shadow, in the face of grace.
Heart full of darkness, spotlight on my face.
There was love all around me, but I was looking for revenge.
Thank God it never found me, would have been the end. Walkin' the tight rope, steppin on my friends
Walkin' the tight rope, was a shame and a sin.
Walkin' the tight rope, between wrong and right.
Walkin' the tight rope, both day and night. (Solo) Lookin' back in front of me, in the mirror's grin.
Through eyes of love I see, I'm really lookin at a friend
We've had all our problems, that's the way life is.
My heart goes out to others, who are there to make amends. (Walkin' the tightrope) Trying to make it right
Every day and every night
Bring it all around.
From the lost to found.
Streched around the world.
Save the boys and girls.
Let's make it right.
Do it, do it tonight.
Walkin the tightrope
About the check...
*disgusted siiiigh* This is the most convoluted dipshittery that I've had to deal with in a while. Since we moved here, Eric has been getting his checked cashed at his Bosses bank. They knew FROM DAY ONE that his only ID is his EXPIRED NJ drivers license. The first time we went there, we were VERY straight forward with those people about this and we also, the first FEW times we went there, took about 42 pounds of paperwork to prove Eric is who he is. So, I went there on Friday to cash my check early and the teller told me they are changing their policy about cashing checks next month, on the 15th. We briefly discussed our options and during the course of this conversation, the phrase "expired New Jersey license" came up and suddenly... it's not cool now. I asked what we should do about getting his checked cashed this time and the same teller said "Just don't have him come to me to do it...", as if they'd do it as usual, just SHE couldn't because she "knew". *rolls eyes* So, he goes to the bank.They take his check across the counter, STAMP IT, then decide they can't cash it because of his "invalid" ID that they've taken for the last 6 months. It was bad enough they had to pull that in the first place.
I mean c'mon man... they coulda cashed the fuckin' thing one. last. time. and let us figure out something else after. Like... WHILE WE HAVE CASH TO LIVE ON. Then, today, the Boss gets one of the Mexican guys who work here to take Eric to a coupla check cashing places HE knows of and none of them can help him... They all WOULD, gladly... except those stupid cows at the original bank stamped the fuckin' thing, thereby compounding their assholery in my eyes and completely erasing their "generosity" in having cashed all the other checks in the last six months.
(I'm like that. Be "nice", especially when it ain't no skin offa your teeth and is, in fact, an EASY thing to do (such as cashing a check drawn on your own stupid bank) then fuck me twice in one fell swoop amd I'm quick to change my opinion of ya.) Don't cash the check AND render it "unacceptable" to every other "banking-type establishment" on the planet, why don'tcha's, ya bitches? Act like dicks much? Anyway, I called my bank, the one I'm now sweatin' the bankruptcy over, and they said they'd take care of the whole thing. I hope to GOD they still will. I'll keep ya's posted about that...
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Can you not just get him to endorse the check over to you (after getting Boss to reissue it, since it's fucked up by the stamp)? Then you cash it?
Maybe that won't work unless you have an actual account at "your" bank though.
Maybe that won't work unless you have an actual account at "your" bank though.
Posted by: Light & Dark at April 23, 2006 03:32 PM (M9GWX)
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So didja get the horse? huh huh huh? That would be a great B'day gift. A horse and a job!
The only thing I know about bankrupcy is that they screw with your life for at least 7 years.
The only thing I know about bankrupcy is that they screw with your life for at least 7 years.
Posted by: Maeve at April 24, 2006 08:25 AM (b/7xM)
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