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So the A/C is fixed, and I don't have strep, and I am getting better, but ---
Last night my husband called. I just got a letter at his address saying that the company that handled my prior employer's 401K program lost a tape with a lot of personal information on it (like full name, address, DOB, SSN, etc) and I was on that tape. They think it was lost, not stolen, and they are going to pay for a couple of years of credit monitoring and this and that, but still. Now I have to go out to the house and see my husband to get the letter. And I thought this month or next he would be away from the house for a few weeks getting a knee replacement, and I had planned on coming with some friends to get stuff out without a fight, but that's been put off to next year. Damm, I wanted to file for divorce this year. My goal is to be divorced before my 25th anniversary in May.
The icing on the cake -- I heard what I think was some shots from the apartment complex accross the ally. Never heard shots in this neighborhood before, and I could be wrong, but I would rather look like a fool for reporting a nothing than find out someone was shot and I did nothing. I've called 911, locked the cats in the closet and am staying away from the windows.
Damm, that sounded like another one! I don't think I need to call 911 again, it's been 15 min, but I will if it keeps up. This week is soooooooo fucking fired!
Last night my husband called. I just got a letter at his address saying that the company that handled my prior employer's 401K program lost a tape with a lot of personal information on it (like full name, address, DOB, SSN, etc) and I was on that tape. They think it was lost, not stolen, and they are going to pay for a couple of years of credit monitoring and this and that, but still. Now I have to go out to the house and see my husband to get the letter. And I thought this month or next he would be away from the house for a few weeks getting a knee replacement, and I had planned on coming with some friends to get stuff out without a fight, but that's been put off to next year. Damm, I wanted to file for divorce this year. My goal is to be divorced before my 25th anniversary in May.
The icing on the cake -- I heard what I think was some shots from the apartment complex accross the ally. Never heard shots in this neighborhood before, and I could be wrong, but I would rather look like a fool for reporting a nothing than find out someone was shot and I did nothing. I've called 911, locked the cats in the closet and am staying away from the windows.
Damm, that sounded like another one! I don't think I need to call 911 again, it's been 15 min, but I will if it keeps up. This week is soooooooo fucking fired!
