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captainsblog) wrote2008-12-24 09:16 am
captainsblog) wrote2008-12-24 09:16 am
Schadenfreude: it's what's for breakfast!
I suppose I owe the world an accounting of my whereabouts of the past two days. To paraphrase Hobbes (Calvin being unavailable due to the killer sammich), they were nasty, brutish and long.
Among other things, I lost two hours of my life Monday on account of the entire NYS court system in this county taking the day off, a fact that became obvious when I got all the way down there and found everything closed. Another 90-or-so minutes disappeared between the gym and home last night, when a light dusting of snow turned our major highways into absolute molasses.
Yet this morning brings sweet redemption for my holiday spirits.
Not only did I avoid a major kerfuffle with my personal bank on account of a diddly little $20 debit not being recorded (happy anniversary to you, too, LiveJournal;), but I opened some client emails and discovered a beautiful thing.
They were from the last client I filed a chapter 11 for, in September. Nice people, nice business, nasty bank. I asked for a 30-day stay of a foreclosure sale to prevent the entire business from having to be put into Bankruptcy Court.
They laughed. LAAAUGHHED, I tell you! Mustaches might have even been evilly twirled.
So we filed, and cost the bank far more in time and trouble than the month delay would ever have caused. Perhaps just enough, in teeny tiny part, for the news that came this morning:
The bank's own holding company has filed Chapter 11.
Bankruptcy law has some arcane terminology. "Pond motion," "Timbers hearing," "hanging paragraph" and "Brunner test" are just a sampling of the obscure phrases tossed about the Bar on a typical court calendar. In my 20-plus years, though, I have yet to come up with a bankruptcy context for the term "nanny nanny boo boo."
Until now.
----
In all my useless time-wasting of the past few days, I managed to start, and unceremoniously dump, a bunch of birthday greetings. Three of you on the same day, two of those three at virtually the same minute. I promise to try to Be not too Late in getting those back. In the meantime, generic early-Capricorn hugs to the lot of you (and there are a lot of you).
Among other things, I lost two hours of my life Monday on account of the entire NYS court system in this county taking the day off, a fact that became obvious when I got all the way down there and found everything closed. Another 90-or-so minutes disappeared between the gym and home last night, when a light dusting of snow turned our major highways into absolute molasses.
Yet this morning brings sweet redemption for my holiday spirits.
Not only did I avoid a major kerfuffle with my personal bank on account of a diddly little $20 debit not being recorded (happy anniversary to you, too, LiveJournal;), but I opened some client emails and discovered a beautiful thing.
They were from the last client I filed a chapter 11 for, in September. Nice people, nice business, nasty bank. I asked for a 30-day stay of a foreclosure sale to prevent the entire business from having to be put into Bankruptcy Court.
They laughed. LAAAUGHHED, I tell you! Mustaches might have even been evilly twirled.
So we filed, and cost the bank far more in time and trouble than the month delay would ever have caused. Perhaps just enough, in teeny tiny part, for the news that came this morning:
The bank's own holding company has filed Chapter 11.
Bankruptcy law has some arcane terminology. "Pond motion," "Timbers hearing," "hanging paragraph" and "Brunner test" are just a sampling of the obscure phrases tossed about the Bar on a typical court calendar. In my 20-plus years, though, I have yet to come up with a bankruptcy context for the term "nanny nanny boo boo."
Until now.
----
In all my useless time-wasting of the past few days, I managed to start, and unceremoniously dump, a bunch of birthday greetings. Three of you on the same day, two of those three at virtually the same minute. I promise to try to Be not too Late in getting those back. In the meantime, generic early-Capricorn hugs to the lot of you (and there are a lot of you).