jeez, Consuela that's ridiculous. Also, ita.
In "I am ridiculous" news, last month I tried sending some money from my bank account (ebillpay) to my mortgage company. It worked, except they randomly put it in the escrow money. Um, OK. It was $100, whatev'. So this month I apparently decided to see if sending them the exact amount from ebillpay would work. ...except I forgot I did that. So I also went "Oh crap, why did I throw away the envelope? Quick, let me mail a mortgage payment on the 5th!" Today I went in to pay other bills and blinked at the 12/1 payment. Um. Good thing I have some reserves in my bank account, I guess!!
I sent the email, saying:
I am sure the two years of delays on this process are not a statement by the agency on my value, but it's certainly beginning to feel that way.
That's nonconfrontational enough, right?
But I didn't cc the Big Boss, just my current supervisor and the one I'm supposed to be hired by. I suspect my supervisor may well send it on to the Big Boss.
I do feel like I've been dicked around, for no good reason.
Are you still waiting?
Only for the nurse to call me, which she said she would. I figure I'll probably have to call her later to remind her.
I would call and remind her, and then scold them all, Perkins.
Does this sound like the kind of quote you'd be happy to get if you wrote this book?
AUTHOR’s sharp, funny, moving novel is a reminder that the most important lessons never take place in a classroom. This is an honest look at the beginning of life without a net, and it rings true on every page.
"I shall dress as a bedraggled bat and go up to each and every customer in your store and beg them to buy the book or else I won't be able to eat. If they're unwilling to buy the book, I'll ask if they any insects on them that I could eat."
Bwah! Laughed out loud.
I guess I underget how much authors have to do on their own to sell books.
Perhaps I am simply a coward, but I swear, the idea of having to market and sell my books my own self was the final proverbial nail in the coffin of my fond dreams of becoming a published writer. I can't do it. It's simply not worth the utter terror I would feel if confronted with the expectation that I would have to go to my own bookreading armed with entertainment for a horde of children.
meara, as I understand it, it's typical practice with mortgages that you have to specifically direct them to put any additional money towards the principal.
I do feel like I've been dicked around, for no good reason.
Ugh. I imagine it's more a case of them not paying attention to something that isn't a problem at this exact moment, though, right?
Does this sound like the kind of quote you'd be happy to get if you wrote this book?
Yes.
meara, as I understand it, it's typical practice with mortgages that you have to specifically direct them to put any additional money towards the principal.
I've found this to be true. My bank will "credit" anything extra I pay towards future payments unless I specifically tell them it's to be put on the principle.
My Tom Hardy whoa! for the day. At least I'm assuming I'm done for the day.
