twice over:
Once to each of them for expressing their concerns.
Once more to deb2world for being so gracious about my hijack of her thread.
And once more to Cyndar for being Michi.
I think I screwed up the tenor of my last post: it’s not so much infuriating as it is laughable, mixed with a little bit of irritation. The chances of my actually getting in any kind of trouble are pretty darned remote (famous last words).
The father in question isn’t me. It couldn’t possibly be. I expect that they’ll have me out of the lawsuit within one week. They MAY already have gotten me out of the lawsuit, since I provided them with some proof about me yesterday. This is a case of mistaken identity, not character assassination. (Unless I’m REALLY mistaken.)
I was very irritated on Friday, because I called the 800 number for the LA District Attorney, Department of Child Services (deb2world, because I know you live in So. Cal, so take heed if you ever have to call them). This is an automated voice mail system, and at some point you’re supposed to be able to speak to a social worker, or some such. Except I couldn’t. I tried to enter several options to speak to a human voice. No go. Called 8 times and must have wasted over an hour.
They have a webpage. I go there. Get the phone number of some administrative contact person. Call. Leave message.
I try e-mailing the address on the webpage. No response.
I then call a former co-worker, who now works in another department of the DA’s office. Leave ANOTHER message.
By this time, I’m getting more than a little pissed off, as you can imagine. Wondering where the hell everyone is, like that Twilight Zone episode where the guy’s all alone. Though everyone in OUR office is here. What the hell happened to the LA DA’s office. It just vanish?
And it’s right around now that I find out that it’s a county holiday. Everyone’s on vacation. (I’m not, of course.)
So I waste a whole day, and there’s nothing I can do except laugh off my stupidity. (Though you have to think that the Department of Child Services could at least have put a cover message on their voice mail system that no one would be in due to the holiday.)
But yesterday, I do get through to someone. The only real frustrating thing is that they wouldn’t give me the name of the person who’s the mother. (I’m thinking they HAVE to do this, since such suits are a matter of public record. There’s also the obvious point that I need to know who this person is, so I can figure out whether it’s a case of mistaken identity, or whether I actually know the person in question.)
Even though they won’t give me the name of the person, I do expect to eventually be able to get all the court documents. Even if I have to drive to the damned hall of records to do so. And I WILL get this thing straightened out, and shortly, too.
Ironic part of all this is that I don’t have an SO and would LOVE to have kids one day. I would want them to be MINE, however.