So.
I had a phone meeting to go over my daughter’s situation with the Social Security Administration. Said meeting was set at 11AM yesterday. 5 Minutes before 11 I grabbed my phone and sat down at my computer.
The phone rang at exactly 11AM. I am still incredulous. I am so used to the incredible inefficiency around every aspect of the federal government. Except blowing shit up. The US Military is very adept at blowing shit up exactly on time.
The phone meeting was a litany of Ryan asking me a question and me saying “No.”
Has she recently come into funds in excess of 2000 dollars. Has she recently gotten married. Has she recently joined the military. Has she left the country. Has she given birth to a child. Has she sold property.
We were both laughing, and he was apologizing. “I have to go through all of these.”
You would have to know my daughter to realize how ridiculous these questions are.
As much as I want to be proud of my child, truth is she has the intellect of a 4 year old. She is not hiding money in order to get SSI.
So.
Yesterday while talking with the SSA I went online and checked on Mireya’s balance. I knew it wasn’t much, but I was sitting at the computer.
Jumped up bald headed Christ! METLIFE has been hitting her account for the last two months and her latest payment to Elmhurst bounced.
So.
I spent most of my day yesterday and most of my day today trying to unfuck this. Because my daughter doesn’t have METLIFE insurance, and I am the only person with access to her account. It is essentially a revolving door - her SSI comes in on the 1st and goes right back out to Elmhurst on the 5th.
After hours (and you would not believe how pleasant I am on the phone, even when incredibly frustrated) they determined that the charges are in someone else’s name.
They are reversing the charges, but I have to go to my branch to sign some paperwork.
This was at 330pm. I asked how fast they could have the paperwork at my branch.
She told me my branch was closing at 4pm.
What?
I had taken all bills out of my savings jars and counted them with the plan to go open a new savings account for flying.
Zorch! Out the door I went to open the new account and deposit a five inch thick pile of bills. Thank God for those counting machines.
The funniest part was me walking in wearing a black tank top and black gym shorts carrying a huge stack of cash. Jokingly, I said “Beware of large men carrying stacks of cash.” Then “Don’t worry, I’m not a drug dealer - because you know drug dealers don’t use banks..” The tellers weren’t digging my humor. The manager got it.
We have our big August birthday get together tomorrow. Maybe I can get to the beach afterward.
Sheesh, I didn’t even get to the conversation I had with high school friend last night. But that will need its own entry.
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