For those still following my progress toward obtaining SSI for Sophie, now that she's eighteen years old, please note that today, at approximately 10:32 am, Pacific Time, after holding for approximately twenty dogged Neil Sedaka-free minutes, I made contact with the Social Security office and spoke to a representative. I also made an appointment to appear at our local office, with Sophie, in late April.
At the point of contact, the roof of the house blew off, and when the agent spoke and was courteous and helpful, fireworks could be seen as far away as the Mojave. When she made the appointment efficiently and told me what to expect, the house sighed and shuddered, spent and relaxed. I imagine that those of fundamentalist faith would think prayers had been answered. I prefer to think the contact was akin to something much more profane.
Was that what that was? I thought we were having an earthquake up here...;-)
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear it. Now, I think you deserve to take the rest of the day off.
I believe some might yes, call this an act of God.
ReplyDeleteslicing through the bureaucracy one day at a time...
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ReplyDeleteOrgiastic?
ReplyDeleteUmmmmm. . .I think I meant orgasmic, or that word you used once to describe a flower in the spring, that I can't think of now. Anyway, I blew my one liner, but I get you. Profane, not profound. Perhaps orgiastic, why not?
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Even up here in Canada, anything to do with the government takes forever. And ever. amen.
ReplyDeleteExample. Since jobs up here in Vancouver are impossible to find, I've been on Employment Insurance more than I want to be (the piddly sum it is). The offices are open 8:30-4:30, Monday-Friday. When I need something, I call at 8:30 and one second 'all of our agents are busy, please try later.'' The thing is, they never answer the phone - there is never not a busy time. Of course, Prime Minister Harper did lay most of them off. yikes. Actually, the hallelujah time I did actually make phone contact, the agent proceeded to shame me. "You quit your last job" (which equals, you are Satan and all of his minions). "They reduced my hours to two hours a day," I said. "But you quit."I had no hours." "You are satan and his minions." "Please give me the money I paid into for years as a loyal Canadian employee of an organization that has now shut down." "No, you are satan and his minions."
yup.
- Karen
Vesuvius At Home: Orgiastic, Orgasmic, even Onanistic! And I'm not sure how I described a flower in the spring -- was it from the Edna St. Vincent Millay poem?
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ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, I love this post.
ReplyDeleteYAY!! Congrats! I still have to make contact with the surrogate court to apply for guardianship!! its like, impossible to talk to someone!! Ugh...
ReplyDeleteyou were due. about time. and i'm glad. may it continue in this vein!
ReplyDeleteOnanistic!
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I wish it was a direct synonym for orgasmic. I'm in need of one.
The synonym, that is.