So, maybe the universe hates me.....
Hello my lovelies,
Remember when I was optimistic because things seemed to be going so well. Hmmmm, I realize that things really are not terrible now and it could be much worse, but this has been a week of snags, hassles and inconveniences. Nothing earth-shattering just pain-in-the-ass nuisance things that when combined feel like they are going to suck the life out of me. Here's the list of things that happened in the last seven days:
1. No home for you!
My fabulous realtor and I had a great time looking at potential places for me to live last weekend. However, without knowing what I am going to be doing or where and without having any income clearly this is not the time to buy. Additionally, the fully furnished place that I thought was going to be available for me to rent, may not actually be available for me after all. Truth be told, that may be for the best because I really think that moving south (aka Denver) makes the most sense, but it means that now while I am packing and purging and selling my furniture I need to rethink my strategy because I am likely going to end up in a short term (6-month or so) rental that I will have to furnish.
2. Why I hate the letter H!
I know you all remember me lamenting about opening a probate case. One critical item from the probate case is the creation of an EIN number from the IRS. My attorney provided me the number in a letter that stated I would receive the official letter within 3-4 weeks. I got the letter yesterday, my name is spelled wrong! I realize that MOST of the time the name Rhonda has an H, my name is RONDA without an H. Really? It doesn’t seem that difficult to me, but somewhere between my attorney and the IRS they added the damn H. Turns out that having your name incorrectly spelled on an actual legal document is kind of a problem. F*mylife! Lucky for me all I have to do is provide TWO ID’s with my name spelled correctly and they can amend it. That process will only that 2-3 more weeks.
3. How can I prove who I am?
Yeah, so about that letter, that was supposed to be one of the documents I can use (and since we weren’t married I actually NEED) to finalize the death benefit claims with Agilent. Unfortunately, since I am Ronda Chadwick and NOT Rhonda Chadwick, I am once again stuck in a waiting game to receive an amended official document to prove I am the rightful heir. Did I mention that I need this letter in addition to the driver’s license, social security card and birth certificate I’ve already provided? YES, you read that correctly. I had to provide a copy of my birth certificate, but now since someone, somewhere has an affinity for the letter “H” that I clearly do not share, I am currently unable to prove that I am entitled to receive this life insurance money.
4. Today? That has to happen today?
Ray’s mom is not dealing with this well and apparently has decided to cut me out of her life entirely. Earlier this week I was getting pressured to go leave a death certificate at the bank that Joyce could pick up to have Ray’s name removed from her accounts. This conversation occurred about an hour before I was scheduled to spend three-hours with my financial planner figuring out my financial future including: what is where, what proof I need to provide to claim it and what I can/should do with the money once it comes in. I know the requestor had no way of knowing how much I had going on, so it really isn’t fair for me to be upset about it, but I’m not gonna lie, I was pissed and handled it a such…. In my mind that was NOT a problem that needed to be solved that day, and frankly, the proposed solution is not the way this should be handled at all, but I cannot deal with that on top of everything else I have to do, so I'm choosing to file that one in the "not my problem to solve" folder.
5. Why do we have camping shovels?
Finally, this is just more of the purging fun. I continue to unearth numerous things that I was not aware we had and many more that I have no clue why we do. My new list of WTF items that I’ve discovered includes the following:
· Two portable camping shovels (Um, yeah in 18-years together we NEVER camped, not once, not EVER, so why in the hell do we have not one, but TWO camping shovels?)
· Approximately seven thousand cigar cutters and/or lighting devices (OK! Soooo 7000 might be an exaggeration, but trust me, there are a lot of them)
· One Veho Muvi camera (similar to a go-pro, but with more accessories) with a tripod and numerous mounting devices
· Four cases of 3.5 floppy disks (those are now in the garbage)
· Three sleeves of blank CD-RW media (not yet in the garbage, but probably headed that way soon)
· So many more video games – Seriously, I had no idea the guy I lived with was so into video games
· One Garmin GPS
· A second set of walkie/talkie only this one is not camo
· Enough cords, cables and plug-in devices to power an entire continent
· Four International power adapter kits (I have NO idea why we have four of them, but remember we also had TWO weather stations, so four international adapters isn’t a complete surprise)
I’m sure there were numerous other fun items that I’ve forgotten about, but I am once again amassing an impressive pile of donation items to be picked up early next week. My next big purging adventure is going to involve hauling massive old TVs to eWaste for disposal. I have no clue how I am going to get these enormous TVs out of my basement, up the steep walk on the side of the house and into the truck, but I will figure out some way to make it happen. Just not before I pay that insurance rider on my house…. Better safe than sorry!
Until next time…..
XOX