Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Wednesday morning, and already I'm at the root of the very bad time that at least half a dozen people are having or will be having in the not-so-distant future. It's an asshat-rich week! Please follow along:
On Monday morning I had my bi-weekly update call regarding the status of a complaint I submitted about an asshat who shall remain nameless. It's partly a legal complaint, partly a human resources issue, and when the fur REALLY starts to fly it's gonna be quite ugly. Tip for The Stupid(TM): if you're going to send emails under a fake name and using fake email accounts, be smart enough to not (1) do this in such a way that your work IP address comes through in the emails, especially if you work for an agency that has pretty firm policies about misuse of agency property and might frown upon the commission of identity fraud on their time/dime, and (2) include in one of those emails a postal mailing address that can be traced to your real identity. Dumbass.
Monday evening, I talked with my parents and learned that my grandmother was finally given the background information about what started the nasty ongoing drama within my dad's family. Most of you have read about it here and/or heard about it during my pregnancy, which is what brought the simmering tensions to a head. To make a long story short, it was decided that keeping mum - what we considered to be "taking the moral high road" - was creating substantial PR problems for us by making a couple of people look like the victims of our hostilities, rather than the other way around. I feel awful about how this must be upsetting my grandparents, particularly since my grandfather's health is really heading downhill fast, but I'm also relieved to have the truth out in the open. Not that I think anything will change because of it.
I don't recall having a hand in making anybody miserable on Tuesday. It was a rare day. I spent it dreaming of the many ways in which I could be a nasty little meanie during the rest of this week.
This morning I called the lawyer handling my maternal grandfather's (Granddaddy) estate and questioned how he's approached some of the issues that have cropped up, particularly the "sudden discovery" that my grandfather jointly owned property with my grandmother (also deceased). My grandfather died in October 2001, with very little money remaining after healthcare bills and such were paid, YET the estate is not yet settled and the legal fees continue to add up. Moneygrubbing is not my aim; quite frankly none of us thought that there would be any money left, and I'm personally not desperate for a check. Who knows, my "share" of what's left of the estate might be a grand total of $7.83, in which case I will either donate it to the Democratic party or use it to buy Twinkies for fat people, both of which would have my grandfather flip-flopping in his grave. However, the entire family just wants to see this over and DONE so we can all move on. Anyway, after I talked with the lawyer (NO, I didn't threaten to sue him or anything, it was a civil discussion), I called my mom to let her know about the conversation. Her response: "You know the lawyer is going to bill the estate for that, right?" *scream* I guess there will be a few less Twinkies from Heaven.
At some point today, I need to call the flooring company who installed the laminate on our main floor last summer and share with them my opinion that it should not be falling apart a mere nine months later. It's a local company, and I suspect that I might need to speak slowly and use my loudspeaker voice to effectively communicate my perspective on the issue. Too bad I won't be able to use hand gestures for added emphasis.
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