DH has been unemployed for five weeks now. State unemployment insurance still hasn’t engaged. The car registration is due next week, as is the car insurance renewal. Five days after that, the mortgage is due. We were ten days late getting the mortgage paid this month, and some twat calls up, asking how long we planned to live in the house without paying for it and when we were planning to sell it. I’ve never had such horrid treatment from a landlord. I need to find out who it was that called, then contact their manager.
Jobs seem to have disappeared around here. Sure, there are jobs paying minimum wage, but there aren’t enough hours in a day to work enough crap-paying jobs to make ends meet. The ones that do look decent and the ones where he survives the interview wind up being given to the owner’s daughter/brother/etc.
ARGH! In one final blast of stupidity, National Stoopid Week destroyed half my day. Here’s what happened. Remember how I went out to take more data yesterday? Turned out one of the cables was screwed up. They fixed it, so we went out again this morning and got what might fairly be called the Ultimate Data Set. Only problem was, it was too good. Twelve thousand data points was apparently too much for this 130 MB of RAM machine to handle. So we grabbed RAM cards for another old machine only to find out that they had the wrong pin configuration. We tried swapping the hard drives of the two machines, that didn’t work for reasons unknown to us. One of the two RAM cards in my computer was blank - we figured it was just a place holder. So my boss’ colleague took it with him to look for RAM that matched it and would fit my machine. Turns out my computer wouldn’t run without it. Dunno why. So between the card swapping and the drive swapping and the RAM searching (and all the assembly and dis-assembly that goes with those), I had no functioning computer between 10 am and now. Sheesh.
Clearly the Universe hates us Cool Kids today. Here’s a pun:
Dots, nice pics. Very artistic and well designed. And very prominent shoulder blades you’ve got there.
Remember, the bank is not your landlord. It’s just a creditor. The bitch that called you needs to be dragged out into the street and shot, just to set an example for the bastards so they know better than to screw with real Americans.
Seriously, though, your house is yours, and you owe the bank money against the equity in it. That “living in the house without paying for it” crack was way over the line. I would seriously consider calling your loan officer (that’s “loan officer”, not “landlord”) and lodging a complaint. You should also just tell the stupid cunt off the next time she calls you. Who is she, really? Just a twit with a high-school diploma, a telephone, and apparently no interpersonal skills whatsoever. Screw her with a barbed-wire-wrapped telephone pole.
Banks are panicking right now, because the housing bubble just popped in a big way. They wrote a lot of stupid loans, and now they’re trying to get their money back out. Not your problem.
Make “good faith” payments until you pull everything back together and you’ll be fine.
Very artful - your friend has a future in photography. But Dorothy, my darling, EAT SOMETHING! You make Mary Kate Olsen look chunky! (Okay I’m exaggerating, but seriously, **please ** take care of yourself)
<pointedly does not talk to Sean. Convenes committee of MMPers to decide if we really want to harbor such a criminal element. Committee is pissed because I didn’t bring donuts. ** Sean* is off the hook. But since I’m not talking to him, I can’t tell him. Sucks to be him, huh??>*
Hoooo-kay, I’m calmer now. Sorry about the explosion there earlier.
As far as going above the store manager, that would mean going to the district manager, who by all accounts, is a putz. Besides, he’s on vacation. When he does deign to come to the store, he will not speak to my mother.
My mother is the oldest person in the store.
I will point (as I have before) to my mother all the options she has. I think right now, though, it’s more than she can handle, because she’s very worried about the cancer.
Sigh…
FCM, since you forgot the donuts, you are now required to send ALL OF US love offerings of chocolate. It’s the rule…I said so.
gotti, I’m sorry to read about all your problems. I, too, would be calling up your lender and speaking to them about the person who called you. That was NOT acceptable…AT ALL. They are not allowed to harass you in that way. They are entitled to ask about payment, after all, it is due, but not in that disrespectful way. Work out a payment system with your lender. Believe me, they would be happy to work with you, rather than have someone default on the loan.
I stopped at the Amish produce stand on the way home and got some ‘maters and corn (they grow some gooooooooood sweet corn) and blackberries (fruit-type, not electronical type) so I think that’s what dinner will be. Tomorrow, we’re crossing the Bay Bridge again to look at a couple more boats. Like I told FCD, I’m not in a rush to get another boat, but if he wants to look at them, and if we find one that’ll work, that’s cool too. Apparently, the one we’d bid on is lost - they won’t come down to meet our max bid. Too bad, so sad. I think the ones we’re looking at tomorrow are 36’ and 38’ respectively. So we’ll breakfast in Annapolis, then cross over to the other side <cue eerie music> :eek:
… of the Chesapeake Bay.
I talked to my baby today. They’re chilling big time in Seattle. She has an appointment to get her brakes checked/fixed on Monday, so they won’t leave till Tues morning. They have to be back to Jacksonville by August 10 (I think) so they’ve still got lots of time. Ah, to be young.
Glad the work week is over. Hope one and all will have a good weekend/vacation/whatever. Now, let’s all go to swampy’s and crash his pool party. Dibs on the floating lounge chair!!!
We urgently require Puggalina’s presence right now. No other options are viable. You are to release her from her servitude immediately. Don’t make us go all MMP on your ass.
Love and kisses,
The MMPers"
Print it out and present it to your slavemaster. Then grab your suit and your flip flops and get yer buns in gear!!!
