It’s come down to drinking. I don’t know what else I can accomplish in the world of high finances – mine – from the Panhandle. I’m screwed, blued, and tattooed, and I ain’t even been hanging out in public. Things have gotten worse on the banking scene. The charge from Fry’s Electronics hit my account yesterday. Maria had told me that it would NOT take the money out of my savings account to make up for the difference still owed on the checking draft. It did! It took all my funds. I don’t even know what I bought. I doubt that I would ever like it, since it’s caused me so much stress. I hope the person that has it chokes on it.
Not only did the bogus charge wipe out my savings and checking account, Community One FCU has tagged me with a $27 fee for withdrawing funds from my savings to fulfill the bogus $3,000 purchase. Of course I’ll get it back. When? I’m in Idaho, everything is in Las Vegas. I could always write a story on how I ‘went bust’ in Idaho and I wasn’t even playing poker. *sick laughter*
The part that really gets into ‘worse than sick’ is that I’m in the middle of doing some Dr.ing right now, and have some prescriptions that cost three arms and two legs to fill if my insurance isn’t in effect. When I started the 2nd month of the LOA, I became responsible for my COBRA payment. I sent the payment. A check…of course. It hit my account today. Meaning it wasn’t paid. Another $27 charge by Community One FCU – and as far as I can figure, I now have no insurance. More follow up to be done with FISERV Health and I will probably have to submit a Money Order to pay for my monthly installment now. *gagging*
Yesterday found me faxing a letter to Community One stating the charge from Fry’s was unauthorized. Then waiting for a return fax of papers that I had to drive into town and have notarized and then fax back to Community One. Town is 12 miles away from me, congested traffic, and lots of little one way streets because that’s Sandpoint’s solution to their massive summer traffic nightmare. It sucks. Today will find me calling Community One again, trying to see how/what the results will be of this whole freaking experiment of nerve jangling go busted in Idaho adventure is really all about and see if there’s a solution at hand.
This is exactly how I feel right now. I’m penned, my mask is on so I won’t be affected by the flies/fleas of the world, but yet those flies are moving in fast and I’ve got nowhere to go:
My two sisters are coming in today, the truck driving queen, Vickie from Missoula MT, and Neomi from Moses Lake WA. We have a steak dinner planned, for adults only, at Round Lake- where they will be setting up tents and campfires this afternoon and evening. My solution to everything is to start drinking. I will, in about four hours. I can’t change anything that’s happening right now from where I am so I choose to stick my head in a wine bottle, find a reason to laugh, enjoy my family, and graze until my stomach hurts. C YA suck face world!
Time to wax philosophical:
The Philosopher’s Drinking Song
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out consume
Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.
There’s nothing Nietzsche couldn’t teach ya
’bout the raisin’ of the wrist.
Socrates himself was permanently pissed.
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
after half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away,
‘alf a crate of whiskey every day!
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
and Hobbes was fond of his Dram.
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart:
“I drink, therefore I am.”
Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he’s pissed.
— Monty Python