This is the best obituary for Mrs. Ford that I have seen. Oddly written by someone who passed away earlier this year.
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
chrismg, that's a very perceptive insight. Sometimes they gobsmack you like that.
Direct transfer initiated by you, P-C? Or direct draw initiated by your landlord? Because the latter is a bad idea.
The former.
BofA is certainly a pain. One of the other reasons I have remained with them is that one of my biggest clients uses BofA. In fact there is a BofA branch on the studio lot. I have been able to walk into that branch with very large checks (ones that will cover my payroll for a few months during big installs) and they clear them on the same day with no questions.
The counter is when they are evil. The current dilemma is based on an out of state check over $5000 which can trigger all kinds of holds. They are required to release up to $5000 within 2 days but can hold the amount of the check over that threshold for up to 5 days.
The really annoying part of it is that these banking rules are based on when the system used paper verification and transit time had to be accounted for. Now it is all electronic and instant. Don't even get me started on the charges for wire transfers. That is something that is the most direct and by my understand secure way to move money and yet carries crazy fees.
Yeah, that was why we started with them, because our board treasurer had access to one in Kansas and we had ours in New Mexico and Arizona, so he could put stuff directly into our account and whatnot.
True. The wiring fee was ridic. And yet? I got the money. So I put up with it.
And you're right about the reasoning. All this stuff is just the bank taking advantage of the fact that it used to take a while. Now they have the money and they're earning interest off it while it sits there and I can't get to it.
Timelies all!
Ended up at a Japanese restaurant last night. I had a bento box, while everyone else did teriyaki. Yum.
I went to the grocery store to buy milk for my coffee and somehow ended up with donuts.
Oops.
Ooh, doughnuts.
Which I do not have.
I don't either, anymore.
Mmmmm, doughnuts sound good.
We have given Noodle the run of the house, figuring she would hide out as she got used to the space. Nope, she is Miss Adventurous, wandering everywhere, no more slinking. Miss Kitty has become the mean old lady hissing "Get offa my lawn" whenever Noodle gets close. And Noodle doesn't seem to care.
Meanwhile, I want more drugs. Pain is still raging.