Aimee, good to know all should turn out well.
Any luck on the daycare checks?
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Aimee, good to know all should turn out well.
Any luck on the daycare checks?
She already deposited one, she's going to hold the one I wrote today. Hopefully, she won't kick us out.
(((vw)))
(((Aimee))) Yes, love, do call the daycare and explain the bank's farkup. Then make sure the bank covers that check, at least, until they sort out their problem. And make sure they cover any interest and write letters to any of your creditors to whom your check didn't clear. The same thing happened to us, and we had to insist they replace interest earned, pay interest we lost, and write explanatory letters, but they did do it. (((you)))
Once upon a time we had the most esoteric and beautiful used and antiquarian bookseller here in town, in a genteely-faded old dowager of a house. It was run by a lovely post-grad couple, and upon entering, one was invariably greeted by one or the other with an offer of a cup of tea, and Millie, the book dog, who was a Cavalier King Charles. Soft brown and white, she would greet the shopper cheerfully, and then go back to her cushion to await the next customer.
They gave away bookmarks and sold t-shirts and book bags printed with a pile of books over the shop's name, with Millie the Bookdog lettered over the top, and Millie herself napping on the pile of books. I love Cavalier King Charles. They're about the perfect size, too, larger than Yorkies, Poms, and Chihuahuas, but not too big for an apartment. They were originally hunting dogs, too, so they're not innately uselessly decorative.
I wonder if there is a temptation to have many Cavs rather than just one or two?
many Cavs
Would that be a "cavalcade of cavs?"
{{{{Aimee}}}}
Oh Aimee. I hope that the day-care gets solved first and then the bank finds who is responsible and skins and roasts them alive.
I might be cranky today. From work:
Okay. But we negotiated this. I have the letter. Signed. Which is doing no fucking good right now. headdeskYour[sic] correct...BC/BS is now challenging whether or not you should be covered as of July 18th because of the fact that you were paid by an agency when you first started back in April. Since you were not paid by [company] back in April really means you weren't a "full time" employee until July 18th which means your 90 days would start after that date.
Nor is the spasmatic, though not at this moment tingling, back which hurts enough to make me wonder if I have enough cash to pay for a doctor's appt, x-rays and meds.
I can do COBRA though my ex's if Blue Cross/Blue Shield won't cover me but the company is damn well going to pay for it and be grateful for the chance.
The whole 90 days though an agency was fine with me so long as my benefits started on day one when I hired on. And that was over five weeks ago. With me paying scripts out of pocket and not taking several meds...
I don't know if I want to scream or cry.
I had to slash through most of that. I still don't know if I want to scream or cry but I can't really bear to think about it right now so I might as well let it go.
I just finished an office worth of filing. I can let go now.