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!"

Don't apologize for venting, Nora. This is the place can absorb it, and turn it into punctuation.

As for me. It's been a hell of a week at work. The office Mouth has been working overtime. My boss tells me that I am unhappy with my job and with teaching so suddenly, I am not teaching the class I have taught every semester for 2.5 years. I'm all, WTF?!? While trying to do damage control. We're a small staff here, so I can't exactly point fingers and say, "Have you been listening to the Mouth, Boss? Because she talks such shit!"

Also, they hired the person I hated. His work is fine, but he sends me back my emails with typos corrected, and reads law review articles for fun. shudder

Nora, can you get your hands on a Starbucks hot apple cider? And make them put a cinnamon stick in it?

Huh. Maybe my voice changes in a very subtle way. It's almost subconscious. Weird. I'm trying to switch back and forth, and I think my voice is slightly different, but I can't do anything about it. I can't tone down the Gujarati into what I think is closer to my normal voice. It's the only way it comes out.

This is me, going back and forth between the US and the UK. Here, the London comes out and is noticeable, at least to Brits. In London, I get very North American - think a San Francisco version of Carmela Soprano.

Thank you all for the sorries - alas, this is likely to be one in a series. I've just realised something - most of my friends from those years were between ten and twenty years my senior. I'm fifty. And even I can do that math.

I need to go write.

the London comes out and is noticeable, at least to Brits

Well, I don't know from London, but when I talked to you on the phone I thought, "Wow, how long was she in England?"

His work is fine, but he sends me back my emails with typos corrected

Sparky, he must be slapped.

Work time. Off I go.