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I was driving home this evening (we'll get into where I've been in a bit) and I thought, "Gee, I think I'm hungry. How odd. Well, I just spent $70 at the grocery store last night, I bet there is plenty of food in the fridge."
Except, NO!
I'm not exactly sure what I was on last night, but I'm positive I would never, ever look at a big tub of Large Curd FAT FREE Cottage Cheese and think "That sounds tasty, I need me a huge tub O' that" if I was in my right mind.
The Diet Sprite Zero, I sort of understand. My regular Diet Sprite was missing and all they had were cans and two liters of this new crap, so I thought I'd get a two liter and see how vile it was before investing in a twelve pack.
One cup of soup and a tiny cup of pineapple chunks.
Seventy dollars! No Food! WTF?
So, on to my day.
My Driver's License expired today. I didn't get one of those reminder test things; therefore, I was not quite as prepared for the entire renewal process as I should have been. I don't blame the state Department of Motorythings as I may have neglected to inform them of my move from the former-residence-what-fell-into-the-big-hole...
There was a bit of confusion as to whether or not I'd be allowed to use one of the little booklets full of answers. It seems that if you are getting your _first_ license, you get no help. Renewals get all the answers you need. And, they'll help you with the eye test.
"Umm... H, C, S, T, U, W, X, ummm... G?" "Try again on the last one." "Not G, huh. Okay, ummm..." "Pss, starts with a ssss." "C?" "Perfect."
Took my test, which I knew all the answers to without the little cheater book anyway.
And found out that my brand new grocery-receipt-looking-license was going to cost $22. Plus, there is a good chance I'm going to have to get another one in OK.
As I'm picking through the change in my purse, grumbling under my breath about being anally violated, the helpful lady says "This is expired, that's an additional charge."
I stop and stare at her, at the calendar behind her, at the license which has the fifth as the expiration date, and back at her. "Today's the fifth." "Yes?" "The license expires on the fifth." "Yes?" "Which is today." "Is it?" "Yes." "Oh. That will be $22."
So, back to the change scramble as I have a twenty and a one. I find exactly ninety-seven cents. I make the lady behind the counter give me three pennies as payment for the above conversation.
So, in a few weeks, I will once again have a real Driver's License. Or so they say.
I also stopped by the store to make sure I had everything I was going to need to cash out mine and DH's 401K. So I can buy furniture. And stuff.
Anyway, I had talked to one of the HR peeps last week and she gave me a phone number to call, said I'd have to talk it all over with the Broker, that the store had nothing to do with it.
Today, I talked to the main HR person who was all "Oh, we have forms for that. Here, sign this. Then send this to this address and you will have your money in three or four weeks. But call them and make sure it's the right address."
Obviously first HR person is a putz. And that's the nicest thing I've got to say about her so I'm going to stop talking about her now.
Called the Broker peeps. They said the address was wrong, gave me new address. Also a fax number (now all I need is a fax and I will have the monies rolling in, boy). Broker said I needed form A and he would send it out, interrupted him and said it was sitting in front of me, filled out. He said I needed Mr. Blah's signature, told him I didn't. I needed the HR manager's signature. He said I needed Blah's, I said I talked to HR and they said that I needed HR, so there. We agreed to disagree.
Moved on.
Got my 401K to the point where all I need to do is send them paperwork. Then came DH's.
"You aren't authorized to..." "I have Power of Attorney" Biatch "I'm not sure that works in this..." "Oh, it does." "Are you..." "Yes." "I'll still need to double check." "Whatever." Just gimme the money, hor.
Have not received call back on the PoA issue. Will crack heads tomorrow, if I get up early enough.
And - most importantly -
I got my present from Kim and Jim and Baby C (and Alex) today!
Can I just say "Squee?"
Except, NO!
I'm not exactly sure what I was on last night, but I'm positive I would never, ever look at a big tub of Large Curd FAT FREE Cottage Cheese and think "That sounds tasty, I need me a huge tub O' that" if I was in my right mind.
The Diet Sprite Zero, I sort of understand. My regular Diet Sprite was missing and all they had were cans and two liters of this new crap, so I thought I'd get a two liter and see how vile it was before investing in a twelve pack.
One cup of soup and a tiny cup of pineapple chunks.
Seventy dollars! No Food! WTF?
So, on to my day.
My Driver's License expired today. I didn't get one of those reminder test things; therefore, I was not quite as prepared for the entire renewal process as I should have been. I don't blame the state Department of Motorythings as I may have neglected to inform them of my move from the former-residence-what-fell-into-the-big-hole...
There was a bit of confusion as to whether or not I'd be allowed to use one of the little booklets full of answers. It seems that if you are getting your _first_ license, you get no help. Renewals get all the answers you need. And, they'll help you with the eye test.
"Umm... H, C, S, T, U, W, X, ummm... G?" "Try again on the last one." "Not G, huh. Okay, ummm..." "Pss, starts with a ssss." "C?" "Perfect."
Took my test, which I knew all the answers to without the little cheater book anyway.
And found out that my brand new grocery-receipt-looking-license was going to cost $22. Plus, there is a good chance I'm going to have to get another one in OK.
As I'm picking through the change in my purse, grumbling under my breath about being anally violated, the helpful lady says "This is expired, that's an additional charge."
I stop and stare at her, at the calendar behind her, at the license which has the fifth as the expiration date, and back at her. "Today's the fifth." "Yes?" "The license expires on the fifth." "Yes?" "Which is today." "Is it?" "Yes." "Oh. That will be $22."
So, back to the change scramble as I have a twenty and a one. I find exactly ninety-seven cents. I make the lady behind the counter give me three pennies as payment for the above conversation.
So, in a few weeks, I will once again have a real Driver's License. Or so they say.
I also stopped by the store to make sure I had everything I was going to need to cash out mine and DH's 401K. So I can buy furniture. And stuff.
Anyway, I had talked to one of the HR peeps last week and she gave me a phone number to call, said I'd have to talk it all over with the Broker, that the store had nothing to do with it.
Today, I talked to the main HR person who was all "Oh, we have forms for that. Here, sign this. Then send this to this address and you will have your money in three or four weeks. But call them and make sure it's the right address."
Obviously first HR person is a putz. And that's the nicest thing I've got to say about her so I'm going to stop talking about her now.
Called the Broker peeps. They said the address was wrong, gave me new address. Also a fax number (now all I need is a fax and I will have the monies rolling in, boy). Broker said I needed form A and he would send it out, interrupted him and said it was sitting in front of me, filled out. He said I needed Mr. Blah's signature, told him I didn't. I needed the HR manager's signature. He said I needed Blah's, I said I talked to HR and they said that I needed HR, so there. We agreed to disagree.
Moved on.
Got my 401K to the point where all I need to do is send them paperwork. Then came DH's.
"You aren't authorized to..." "I have Power of Attorney" Biatch "I'm not sure that works in this..." "Oh, it does." "Are you..." "Yes." "I'll still need to double check." "Whatever." Just gimme the money, hor.
Have not received call back on the PoA issue. Will crack heads tomorrow, if I get up early enough.
And - most importantly -
I got my present from Kim and Jim and Baby C (and Alex) today!
Sexy, Sexy Snape Photo Signed By Alan Rickman!!!
Can I just say "Squee?"
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And happy birthday! I have nothing to give you, unfortunately, but I will include a pretty Mesmer pic:
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Thank you.
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Is it bad that for a second I just automatically assumed it stood for Prisoner of Azkaban?
Oh, and w00t w00tage all around, by the way.
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ICON!!!
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Sorry that I missed it ... we didn't realize until you'd left chat last night.