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Don't panic. Those do not mean what you think they mean.
Not that yesterday was fun. It most certainly was not. The cats- especially Zoey, the decidedly non-evil one- made it their business to keep me awake almost non-stop from 2:30 a.m. on. I had three fixed Rochester commitments (plus a floating crap game of sorts that never happened) beginning at 10 a.m., so after a minimalist nap around 5-something, I just got up and going. Then the dog got into the act and knocked my coffee cup out of my paw after I'd poured most of our last remaining drops of milk into it right before our walk. There followed the three-ish Rochester appointments, the drive to and fro being in late-winter snowstorms (no accumulation, much aggravation), and I got back to my office here just in time for.... nuthim.
None of the payments promised last week from client (1) or debtor (1). Still no confirmation from Hamberd about my resolution from last Friday.
Oh, but there was.... this:
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The copier in question, I inherited from the two previous tenants of my current office. One, then the other moved out, but even with my share of the expense going from a third to a half to a whole, it was still a decent deal. Roughly $150 a year for the service contract, all parts and labor included, plus a meter-based usage charge for copies above the set maximum which had been running another $150 for two of us, probably less for just me since Michelle moved out. But now, we may never know, for a corporation has decreed that a perfectly serviceable-for-me machine will no longer be supplied or serviced solely because they say so.
My simple plan is to make sure my toner, drum and functioning functions are all up to date the week prior to Death Day and then take my chances. I'm also wondering when my health insurance company will start making our doctor send these notices out.
I did get off a killer line to the non-sender of one of the checks- the guy who isn't my client:
If I stuck my neck out for you any further with my client, I'd give birth to a baby giraffe.
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Last night went much better. Weird dreams, but no sleepus interruptus to speak of- and no appointments to speak of, either, except another run downtown with Eleanor. Today was the day she had to pick up the one of her two framed drawings which is not being exhibited this week; they set a two-hour window for it beginning at 11 this morning, and she had to be at work by noon, so we were outside the gallery right before they opened. The retrieval was bittersweet in a way, but balanced by her seeing that her accepted piece had already been placed on display for the opening this Friday. It's inspiring what company her piece is in, and even more amazing to realize how unique it is among the ones she saw that will be in the show.
I then brought her home and grabbed my pre-loaded car for the rest of the day at work, a much mellower day compared to the one before both weather-wise and commitment-wise. I got quite a bit done, including a bit of snark left over from last week:
Back then, a client from 2016 called. I'd done his bankruptcy. An issue was now coming up about a judgment taken against him and whether it had been "cleared." I got a little nervous I'd missed something, but there was nothing to have missed: he owned no real estate at the time. Ah, but tell that to the broker in charge of the refinance on his wife's home, which he is now going into title on. It got interesting when I questioned her knowledge on the point, and she said to me, Sorry, but in all my years of experience, this is the way it is.
Ha.
I asked: And how many years of experience IS that?
She responded: I don't think I have to divulge that information.
I replied: No, you don't. But since YOU brought it up, I'm just going to bet you two shekels that I'VE been doing this since you were in kindergarten, if you were even alive in 1985.
That, as we say, ended THAT.
Now get off my lawn.
Not that yesterday was fun. It most certainly was not. The cats- especially Zoey, the decidedly non-evil one- made it their business to keep me awake almost non-stop from 2:30 a.m. on. I had three fixed Rochester commitments (plus a floating crap game of sorts that never happened) beginning at 10 a.m., so after a minimalist nap around 5-something, I just got up and going. Then the dog got into the act and knocked my coffee cup out of my paw after I'd poured most of our last remaining drops of milk into it right before our walk. There followed the three-ish Rochester appointments, the drive to and fro being in late-winter snowstorms (no accumulation, much aggravation), and I got back to my office here just in time for.... nuthim.
None of the payments promised last week from client (1) or debtor (1). Still no confirmation from Hamberd about my resolution from last Friday.
Oh, but there was.... this:
<
The copier in question, I inherited from the two previous tenants of my current office. One, then the other moved out, but even with my share of the expense going from a third to a half to a whole, it was still a decent deal. Roughly $150 a year for the service contract, all parts and labor included, plus a meter-based usage charge for copies above the set maximum which had been running another $150 for two of us, probably less for just me since Michelle moved out. But now, we may never know, for a corporation has decreed that a perfectly serviceable-for-me machine will no longer be supplied or serviced solely because they say so.
My simple plan is to make sure my toner, drum and functioning functions are all up to date the week prior to Death Day and then take my chances. I'm also wondering when my health insurance company will start making our doctor send these notices out.
I did get off a killer line to the non-sender of one of the checks- the guy who isn't my client:
If I stuck my neck out for you any further with my client, I'd give birth to a baby giraffe.
----
Last night went much better. Weird dreams, but no sleepus interruptus to speak of- and no appointments to speak of, either, except another run downtown with Eleanor. Today was the day she had to pick up the one of her two framed drawings which is not being exhibited this week; they set a two-hour window for it beginning at 11 this morning, and she had to be at work by noon, so we were outside the gallery right before they opened. The retrieval was bittersweet in a way, but balanced by her seeing that her accepted piece had already been placed on display for the opening this Friday. It's inspiring what company her piece is in, and even more amazing to realize how unique it is among the ones she saw that will be in the show.
I then brought her home and grabbed my pre-loaded car for the rest of the day at work, a much mellower day compared to the one before both weather-wise and commitment-wise. I got quite a bit done, including a bit of snark left over from last week:
Back then, a client from 2016 called. I'd done his bankruptcy. An issue was now coming up about a judgment taken against him and whether it had been "cleared." I got a little nervous I'd missed something, but there was nothing to have missed: he owned no real estate at the time. Ah, but tell that to the broker in charge of the refinance on his wife's home, which he is now going into title on. It got interesting when I questioned her knowledge on the point, and she said to me, Sorry, but in all my years of experience, this is the way it is.
Ha.
I asked: And how many years of experience IS that?
She responded: I don't think I have to divulge that information.
I replied: No, you don't. But since YOU brought it up, I'm just going to bet you two shekels that I'VE been doing this since you were in kindergarten, if you were even alive in 1985.
That, as we say, ended THAT.
Now get off my lawn.