Wednesday, May 24, 2006

How to have a really crappy day*

1. Find out that the "support" money that has been ordered to you by a judge in the state that you live in is very late. So late that you literally have $11.00 dollars in your checking account because you stupidly "count" on those funds being available on the date that they usually are.

2. Finding out that said state isn't even up to date or as organized as JCPenney or Pottery Barn. Why? Do you ask??? Because in order to change my address with said state, I needed to hit redial and listen to a busy signal for twenty or more minutes, then wait on hold, then talk to a representative who asks me twelve hundred questions and then instructs me to give that change of address "in writing" and can't even take it over the phone. Ironically enough, I logged on to to order some 350 count pima cotten sheets for my bed, and voila, THEY ALREADY KNEW MY NEW ADDRESS, without me even telling them. And Pottery Barn. Oh, they sent me a new catalog at my new address, WITHOUT ME EVEN TELLING THEM!

3. Spend over an hour on the phone with Verizon for the SEVENTH time to try to fix an e-mail address problem that shouldn't have ever been a problem, and still isn't resolved after a month and SEVEN tech support people working on it. Seriously people, I'm not trying to access information about the CIA or the KGB or anything; I'm simply trying to add my girlfriends e-mail address as a sub-account of my already established verizon dsl account. How hard could this possibly be? I could probably get top security clearance to a hostile nation with less effort than this.

4. Find out that a horrible blog post comment that I received here was actually made by one of the crazy people that I work with at my glamorous waitressing job who I considered one of my friends. She even professed to loving me and caring about me when she made this "confession." She claims that she was trying to give me a "wake up call," and "snap me out of it" so that I could realize how good my life really was. Guess what? It didn't do that, it only hurt my feelings very, very deeply. She tried to justify it by saying that I said mean things about her on this post.
She would be the one referred to as "HotBox." I failed to see how I was mean, but perhaps I'm just crazy?

5. Be told by my XH that taking my children to Mexico to see my partners parents is "not a good option for our girls at their ages," and that I'm only thinking of myself and not the safety of my children, even though they would be in a very safe environment in a gated community in a retirement/tourist area with their mother and bonus mother and bonus granparents who love them and would look after them. Then told if I choose to take them against his wishes it would be documented. (read: threat, threat, threat.)

6. Find out from my oldest daughter that the abovementioned father of theirs told her: that if it weren't for them, he wouldn't care at all about what happened to me. I told my daughter that I was sorry that he felt that way, and that I didn't feel that way at all; that even if they all three dissapeared tomorrow, I would always care about what happend to him.

Yep, that's pretty much how my day has gone.

*I "borrowed" this title and blog post format from the Sarcastic Journalist, whom I heart.


Blogger LeLo in NoPo said...

Oh well fuck. At least you know who Sandypops is now: even I wanted to know who that bitch was. Now I know! And I know where she works. Hrmph.

As for the XH: manipulation is a great thing, isn't it? Lame.

Sorry you're having a crappy day. There's always tomorrow? (I can't believe I just said that craptastic statement.)

Wednesday, May 24, 2006 8:40:00 PM  
Blogger Bucky Four-Eyes said...

You folks with kids make me realize just how easy my own divorce is.

Hope you get cheered up proper...I always find naked squaredancing to be most therapeutic.

Thursday, May 25, 2006 12:47:00 AM  
Blogger Ex-playgroup mommy said...

I'm divorced with children and no where in my divorce agreement does it say WHERE I can take my children. If you have residential custody you are in charge..YOU make the decisions and even if you have joint (like I do) he still CAN NOT say where you can and can't take YOUR kids. I would call his bluff. Let him document everything....he's just jealous and he knows he can scare you. Fuck him! Call a lawyer. I know it's expensive, but it may be worth it to have a consultation and find out what your legal recourse is.

Thursday, May 25, 2006 5:13:00 AM  
Blogger Pissy Britches said...

So we finally find out who Sandypops is.
That is the most fucked up shit I have ever read.
I am livid right now.
And don't let that prick threaten you.
If he would get some pussy he might act a little better.

Thursday, May 25, 2006 7:39:00 AM  
Blogger limpy99 said...

Fuck him, take the kids to Mexico. Everyone should see ancient Mayan temples and rain forests. Plus, they can see where all the auto worker jobs went over the last 20 years. It's edudamncational.

Thursday, May 25, 2006 10:17:00 AM  
Blogger K.T. says peace said...

Hi Just checking out your blog come check out mine-I feel you on all of that,my life as a child of "unconventional" divorced parents was strained between the two to say the least....anonymous comments are a bitch-good for you for disabling...

Thursday, May 25, 2006 11:49:00 AM  
Blogger Kami said...

I'm sorry, hon. If I were closer, I'd kick all those asses.


Thursday, May 25, 2006 12:15:00 PM  
Blogger patti_cake said...

Wow I totally missed the Sandypops thing! How did it come about that she confessed to you (if you don't mind me asking). That's f-d up!
It's sad when someone you thought was a friend betrays you.
I say take the kids to Mexico and screw the ex.
Take a deep breath, your day will get better and it looks like a trip to mexico is in your future?!!!

Thursday, May 25, 2006 12:50:00 PM  

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