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Dec. 10th, 2024 06:44 pmAll in all, this workday went about as badly as it could without nothing really bad actually happening to me, my means of transportation, or any clients or loved ones.
Okay, not entirely true. I did get one thousand-dollar bit of bad news, or rather confirmed what my bank account said was bad news about a week ago. In late November, I completed a bankruptcy for a client covered by a legal plan. There's a set fee for that, which I billed for, and the site said claim approved a few days later. The payment a week after that, though, said
They paid X, not the Y I'd submitted. Y was quite bigger than X. I thought I might've slipped a data entry. I had not. This morning, I checked the submission again against a cheat sheet of client coverages and discovered, nope, that client was only covered for X, which is less than Y cause addition is commutative, right! A month ago, I'd have been in a mad panic over this, but thanks to other good efforts and some cooperation from various parties in getting some long overdue bills paid, now it barely merits a shrug. Also, just this month I've acquired almost as many dollars from that plan's new client referrals than what I "lost"- and they might even still pay all or some of it, if only because I wasn't a shit to them about demanding it. There's also counterbalancing good news outside that arena that I refuse to jinx by writing down anything about it.
No, the trail of shit I slogged through was minor. I planned to spend the workday in Rochester in anticipation of two things: my semiannual dental checkup and cleaning this afternoon, and finally kicking Indigo Girls off my bucket list and seeing them live at a edge-of-town concert venue once used for major Kodak corporate functions back when Kodak had such things. There's another story connected to that event space, not involving me but a friend, that I will maybe find out more about tonight. I won't jinx that with details, either, but suffice it to say that there was an overreaction that even Officer Obie in Stockbridge Massachusetts, the home of Alice's Restaurant, would have thought a bit much.
Anyway.... with those as the bookends of my being here (because I still am- concert posting will follow in a day or so), here's the chronicle of shit:
10:15 am- arrive reasonably early, park in a remarkably free spot next to this firm's outdoor 110 outlet and plug in the plug-in hybrid. (We have now pretty much gotten confirmation that the modest uptick in our home electric bills the past few months is from using the new Level 2 EV charger at its maximum amperage, which draws power faster than Mister Golden Sun can produce it off our panels. So the more we can charge away from home, possibly the better.) I check to make sure the battery is charging. A pretty blue light confirms. I won't get a full charge in three hours at 110 volts, but it'll make an electric dent.
12:30 pm- plan my stragedy for errands before the dentist. I lay out the route: file papers in downtown courthouse, stop at client restaurant for late lunch but save until after dentist, go to dentist, return to office.
1:30 The electric dent ain't hapenin'. Somebody unplugged my car in those three-plus hours. My guess is somebody's client or neighboring patron who rolls coal in his bigass guzzler truck and doesn't like seeing my evil EV. But I still have plenty of gas, so I can go on to my four things. Except I essentially struck out on each of them. Baseball players call this a golden sombrero. The results of each:
Could not file papers in downtown courthouse because the whole building was closed due to a water main break. Which might have tipped Ray off when he saw the garage entrance sealed off.
Passed nasty looking car accident on way to client restaurant. Did acquire late lunch, but stupidly tried to exit the same way as the accident, which by then had also acquired two fire trucks, an ambulance and a beer in a tree. Ducked out the back way, getting totally lost in my former home town of a decade and barely made it to Ron's on time.
Did get teeth cleaned, but xrays revealed a cavity that will need a repeat visit next month. Dentist also revealed, when I mentioned the recent death of a close friend of a onetime close friend of his, that Ron had just heard of the passing of a local lawyer who was a fixture here for close to half a century.
At least I could return to office, right?
That would be a no. Dudes were unloading a bigass table for the lawyers downstairs in the building here, and didn't show, much less show any interest in moving that truck:P I parked it on the sidewalk, prayed they didn't back into it, and when they DID come out, yelled at ME for blocking THEM. It's enough to make ya want to unplug their.... something:P
With a few hours still before showtime, and late lunch meaning no early dinner plans, I decided to look up the departed lawyer's obituary in the local paper.
Don't look up obits in the local paper, Ray.
Still haven't found his, but there was one name I recognized: the father-in-law of a longtime Rochester coworker of mine. I'd never met him, but two seconds later there's one for another father of an even longer-time friend, whose dad I did meet several times and even became Facebook friends with both him and her recently.
I have passed on my condolences to both of the ladies I knew, as well as to people who knew another local semi-celebrity whose death was reported during the Bills' pregame show on Sunday afternoon. This is getting to be way too much of a habit.
But music hath charms, and in about 45 minutes, I hope to be Closer to Fine and to Them:)
Okay, not entirely true. I did get one thousand-dollar bit of bad news, or rather confirmed what my bank account said was bad news about a week ago. In late November, I completed a bankruptcy for a client covered by a legal plan. There's a set fee for that, which I billed for, and the site said claim approved a few days later. The payment a week after that, though, said
They paid X, not the Y I'd submitted. Y was quite bigger than X. I thought I might've slipped a data entry. I had not. This morning, I checked the submission again against a cheat sheet of client coverages and discovered, nope, that client was only covered for X, which is less than Y cause addition is commutative, right! A month ago, I'd have been in a mad panic over this, but thanks to other good efforts and some cooperation from various parties in getting some long overdue bills paid, now it barely merits a shrug. Also, just this month I've acquired almost as many dollars from that plan's new client referrals than what I "lost"- and they might even still pay all or some of it, if only because I wasn't a shit to them about demanding it. There's also counterbalancing good news outside that arena that I refuse to jinx by writing down anything about it.
No, the trail of shit I slogged through was minor. I planned to spend the workday in Rochester in anticipation of two things: my semiannual dental checkup and cleaning this afternoon, and finally kicking Indigo Girls off my bucket list and seeing them live at a edge-of-town concert venue once used for major Kodak corporate functions back when Kodak had such things. There's another story connected to that event space, not involving me but a friend, that I will maybe find out more about tonight. I won't jinx that with details, either, but suffice it to say that there was an overreaction that even Officer Obie in Stockbridge Massachusetts, the home of Alice's Restaurant, would have thought a bit much.
Anyway.... with those as the bookends of my being here (because I still am- concert posting will follow in a day or so), here's the chronicle of shit:
10:15 am- arrive reasonably early, park in a remarkably free spot next to this firm's outdoor 110 outlet and plug in the plug-in hybrid. (We have now pretty much gotten confirmation that the modest uptick in our home electric bills the past few months is from using the new Level 2 EV charger at its maximum amperage, which draws power faster than Mister Golden Sun can produce it off our panels. So the more we can charge away from home, possibly the better.) I check to make sure the battery is charging. A pretty blue light confirms. I won't get a full charge in three hours at 110 volts, but it'll make an electric dent.
12:30 pm- plan my stragedy for errands before the dentist. I lay out the route: file papers in downtown courthouse, stop at client restaurant for late lunch but save until after dentist, go to dentist, return to office.
1:30 The electric dent ain't hapenin'. Somebody unplugged my car in those three-plus hours. My guess is somebody's client or neighboring patron who rolls coal in his bigass guzzler truck and doesn't like seeing my evil EV. But I still have plenty of gas, so I can go on to my four things. Except I essentially struck out on each of them. Baseball players call this a golden sombrero. The results of each:
Could not file papers in downtown courthouse because the whole building was closed due to a water main break. Which might have tipped Ray off when he saw the garage entrance sealed off.
Passed nasty looking car accident on way to client restaurant. Did acquire late lunch, but stupidly tried to exit the same way as the accident, which by then had also acquired two fire trucks, an ambulance and a beer in a tree. Ducked out the back way, getting totally lost in my former home town of a decade and barely made it to Ron's on time.
Did get teeth cleaned, but xrays revealed a cavity that will need a repeat visit next month. Dentist also revealed, when I mentioned the recent death of a close friend of a onetime close friend of his, that Ron had just heard of the passing of a local lawyer who was a fixture here for close to half a century.
At least I could return to office, right?
That would be a no. Dudes were unloading a bigass table for the lawyers downstairs in the building here, and didn't show, much less show any interest in moving that truck:P I parked it on the sidewalk, prayed they didn't back into it, and when they DID come out, yelled at ME for blocking THEM. It's enough to make ya want to unplug their.... something:P
With a few hours still before showtime, and late lunch meaning no early dinner plans, I decided to look up the departed lawyer's obituary in the local paper.
Don't look up obits in the local paper, Ray.
Still haven't found his, but there was one name I recognized: the father-in-law of a longtime Rochester coworker of mine. I'd never met him, but two seconds later there's one for another father of an even longer-time friend, whose dad I did meet several times and even became Facebook friends with both him and her recently.
I have passed on my condolences to both of the ladies I knew, as well as to people who knew another local semi-celebrity whose death was reported during the Bills' pregame show on Sunday afternoon. This is getting to be way too much of a habit.
But music hath charms, and in about 45 minutes, I hope to be Closer to Fine and to Them:)