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One thousand four hundred and thirty-seven words today.
My mother is too stupid to live. The bean counter pays the rent. A year ago, my mother suggested that he pay via direct deposit. Fine by me. I suggested it to the bean counter, and they were amenable, so they sent a letter with their contact info and ask her to call so it can be set up. I don't hear a peep from either party for a year, so I assume the deed has been duly done.
Tonight, I get an email from her. She hasn't received rent in two months, would I tell the bean counter to send the money to her new address ASAP?
Apparently, she moved some months ago and never bothered to tell anyone, like companies with whom she has accounts or people who owe her money. So now it's a big emergency that she gets her money ASAP, and oh, noes, where's the rent, boohoo?
Fuck you. The bean counter offered a year ago to set up direct deposit, but you couldn't be assed, nor could you be bothered to inform me so that I could keep them apprised. It is now ten days before Christmas, and I know that the bean counter is visiting family and won't be available until after the new year. I am not going to tie myself into anguished knots and disrupt their holiday because you were too damn lazy to have your mail forwarded.
And I swear to God, if the new tenants of the old house swiped those checks and cashed them, I'm not allowing them to be reissued. You can eat the loss. It's what you would have done to me if I had been such a colossal, inconsiderate fuckup.
My mother is too stupid to live. The bean counter pays the rent. A year ago, my mother suggested that he pay via direct deposit. Fine by me. I suggested it to the bean counter, and they were amenable, so they sent a letter with their contact info and ask her to call so it can be set up. I don't hear a peep from either party for a year, so I assume the deed has been duly done.
Tonight, I get an email from her. She hasn't received rent in two months, would I tell the bean counter to send the money to her new address ASAP?
Apparently, she moved some months ago and never bothered to tell anyone, like companies with whom she has accounts or people who owe her money. So now it's a big emergency that she gets her money ASAP, and oh, noes, where's the rent, boohoo?
Fuck you. The bean counter offered a year ago to set up direct deposit, but you couldn't be assed, nor could you be bothered to inform me so that I could keep them apprised. It is now ten days before Christmas, and I know that the bean counter is visiting family and won't be available until after the new year. I am not going to tie myself into anguished knots and disrupt their holiday because you were too damn lazy to have your mail forwarded.
And I swear to God, if the new tenants of the old house swiped those checks and cashed them, I'm not allowing them to be reissued. You can eat the loss. It's what you would have done to me if I had been such a colossal, inconsiderate fuckup.
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