AUGH!

OMFG. I vote we outlaw fucking Mondays. Period.

First – I get woken up by one of those stupid automated bill collecting calls that says My Cellular one bill is due on reciept. For those of you playing along at home, you might remember that I CANCELLED my late husband’s cell phone, becuase the fuckers were rude to my mother. I even went so far as agreeing to their 30day shit, because I didn’t have a Death Certificate yet. This was the first week of September.

October 9th, I paid the entire bill, locally, and DOUBLE CHECKED with the lady at the desk (who is VERY sweet, just works for a SHITTY company) and she said yes, it said “Final” on it, and thus it was over.

Until I got a bill 2 weeks ago. I called Cellular one right away, told the guy off, and he agreed that it should have been taken care of and to IGNORE the bill. So I did. THen today’s phone call. So I called the company COMPLETELY irate, and was told there was a 30 day penalty. Um, we already went THROUGH that. And she wouldn’t listen to me, kept saying “No, it works THIS way” which is exactly the way i worked it TWO MONTHS AGO. So I finally scream a loud “Oh FUCK YOU C***” and slamed down the phone.

And called the local office. Who remebered me, and remembered the BS and why I cancelled in the first place. SHE called the supervisor, and suggested very determinedly that the harrassment stop. So Apparently it is now taken care of, and I’ll receive notice in the mail saying so.

I’d better. Because if they thought my phone call today was rude? Wait till I make a trip to their Anchorage fucking office in person….

AND THEN. I call the ME’s office to see where my husbands Death Certificate is – because i need that to get the rest of my bills in order [like lowering my house payment, getting the insurance money to go through, etc.]. They put me on hold, or thought they did. Alas, they HUNG UP ON ME. Fortunately Ryan, from the memorial home, called me and let me know what was happening. After everything – they fucking MADE A MISTAKE ON THE DC andhad to send it back to be corrected, then back to State Vital Statistics office, then back to the ME and back to Ryan. Which means ANOTHER TWO FUCKING WEEKS.

And THEN. Open the mail? And they cancelled my fucking foodstamps. Suddenly, i am no longer eligable, where as nothing has changed since last month, or the month before.

All government agencies can officially KISS MY FAT WHITE ASS! ARGH!