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rinueI have so many balls in the air right now that I react with extreme and instant rage when something that should be easy is hard, and that has been my whole day at work. My bosses are both out today, and an employee from another office made a somewhat nonsensical power play in their absence during what should have been a routine task. Even in the best of times, I don't take it lightly when someone attempts to use me as a pawn, so there went most of my day, since launching my full "you have roused a sleeping giant and must never make this mistake again" offense roughly translates to DOCUMENT LIEK WHOA.
Aside from that, I got to be miserable because I have to update my life insurance policy, and since I have no idea where I'm likely to live even months in the future, what I need is to put down my permanent address: my parents' house, since they don't plan to move for decades. However, as I detailed some months ago, the Winchester post office "helpfully" does not deliver my mail there if they don't think I'm physically in the house (and they are often wrong in their guesses, which makes mail service especially erratic). So for many legal purposes, I don't exist.
The only thing I have going for me is that I suspect nobody else in the world shares a name with me, living or dead, so it would be a hard sell to claim the contract was signed by someone who coincidentally. . .
I need a room somewhere with a secretary whose only job is to deal with my correspondence and make sure the important stuff gets to me wherever I am, and the crap doesn't. A human spam filter, basically. I know several people I'd love to hire for this job; I just need to make a few times my current salary so I can do it. I care about that much more than a beach house, private jet, club membership, etc. They wouldn't even have to move; it would sort of be a rule that they wouldn't.
Not that I'd need any of that if it weren't for the asinine policies of the Winchester post office. Maybe what I really need is an introduction to Barney Frank, who would maybe be amused to make a big deal about this. It's not Frank's district, but I don't think Markey could throw the same level of fit.
Aside from that, I got to be miserable because I have to update my life insurance policy, and since I have no idea where I'm likely to live even months in the future, what I need is to put down my permanent address: my parents' house, since they don't plan to move for decades. However, as I detailed some months ago, the Winchester post office "helpfully" does not deliver my mail there if they don't think I'm physically in the house (and they are often wrong in their guesses, which makes mail service especially erratic). So for many legal purposes, I don't exist.
The only thing I have going for me is that I suspect nobody else in the world shares a name with me, living or dead, so it would be a hard sell to claim the contract was signed by someone who coincidentally. . .
I need a room somewhere with a secretary whose only job is to deal with my correspondence and make sure the important stuff gets to me wherever I am, and the crap doesn't. A human spam filter, basically. I know several people I'd love to hire for this job; I just need to make a few times my current salary so I can do it. I care about that much more than a beach house, private jet, club membership, etc. They wouldn't even have to move; it would sort of be a rule that they wouldn't.
Not that I'd need any of that if it weren't for the asinine policies of the Winchester post office. Maybe what I really need is an introduction to Barney Frank, who would maybe be amused to make a big deal about this. It's not Frank's district, but I don't think Markey could throw the same level of fit.
