I don't know. I can't even deal with it right now.
Also? I am sick of people yelling at me because my boss hasn't returned their calls. Listen, ASSHOLES, my boss is overworked and underpaid, is trying to raise a family and do about 3 zillion jobs while shielding all of us from the shit she deals with. You know? SHUT UP. She'll call you back when she has, oh, 3 minutes. She'll even skip lunch for you. So STFU now, 'kay? FUCKING ASSHOLES I'm dealing with today.
I'm going to go postal. I know it. Or have a heart attack. My chest hurts.
Oh, Nora, I hate it when that happens. If you can get it deposited, even if it doesn't clear, the bank may waive any overdrawing charges and honor the outgoing payments. My bank, which is pretty horrible about stuff like that, has done it on occasion, so I think it's pretty common.
Nora, maybe Tom can take care of the bank stuff? He could call them, tell them his direct deposit screwed up, but that he's been issued a hard copy check, and ask them to waive all bounced-check fees, etc. If he's a regular direct deposit person, he'll probably get a human being willing to help him out.
Sorry about the bank crap Nora.
Nora, maybe Tom can take care of the bank stuff? He could call them, tell them his direct deposit screwed up, but that he's been issued a hard copy check, and ask them to waive all bounced-check fees, etc. If he's a regular direct deposit person, he'll probably get a human being willing to help him out.
he's going there in person- before 3pm- which necessitates leaving work for the day because the branches are far from beverly- and will discuss that with them in person.
We might be OK. I just hate ADP. They fucked up beyond the telling of it many times when I was doing payroll for my previous job- to the point where I had to replace them 3 financial quarters through the year. Also, the bank we chose to do our new, big joint account stuff appears to be sucking, which is disheartening.
This combining finances has been so stressful in general, that shit like this really pushes me over the edge. Sorry for venting.
My four year old is arguing with me about how to spell words.
CHRIS: Mommy, how do you spell
Coney Island?
ME:
C-O-N-E-Y
spells
Coney,
and
I-S-L-A-N-D
spells
Island.
CHRIS: But there's no
ssss
sound in
island.
ME: I know. It's spelled funny.
CHRIS: But there's no
ssss
sound in
island.
ME: I know.
CHRIS: How do you spell
island,
again.
ME:
I-S-L-A-N-D
CHRIS: But there's no
ssss
sound in
island.
ME: I know. It's spell like "is" "land" but that's just 'cause it's spelled funny.
CHRIS: But there's no
ssss
sound in
island.
THUNK
This combining finances has been so stressful in general, that shit like this really pushes me over the edge. Sorry for venting.
Nora, it's the pressure cooker theory. You vent or you explode. Please vent.
Kids are very binary. It is or it isn't. I hate watching kids learn that "Please" doesn't always work, because you tell them and tell them to use the magic word to ask for something, then they ask for something they simply can't have, and you see their logic centers spinning rubber. "Wait--I need to say Please. Why isn't it working? Didn't I say it right? I said Please! I know I did! Why are the rules changing!"
