Blow by blow...

Monday morning…

8:30 – I started the day off right…tried to crease a confirmation and got a paper cut all the way along the side of my hand.

8:56 - it looks like a quiet day so far…kind of scary! Days that begin this way usually end up being fast and frantic! I hope that’s not the case today!

9:00 – There is a lively discussion about our Controller’s ex-husband…apparently, she and one of our other co-worker’s is planning to play some mind games with him. They tried to bring me into the plan…I refused. It isn’t that I don’t agree that the ex is acting like a jerk…but I grew up with divorced parents who couldn’t quit hacking each other to death. It isn’t the adults who suffer in these battles, it’s the children. In this case there is a sweet three year old involved…I won’t be a part of this. It isn’t a game. Grow the heck up!

9:36 – A client who has her accounts set up with her two daughters…as JTWROS…is requesting/demanding that we issue a check to her WITHOUT her daughters names on the check. She is requesting a sizable amount of money…but that is really irrelevant.
We cannot issue a check (of any size) to only one of the people on an account of that nature. The broker is asking me to do it anyway…I refused.

9:43 – The broker found a way around it…we will ACH the funds. Creative brokering.

9:50 – Marvin just called…the interview this morning went well…but the position hasn’t even been funded yet. It could be anywhere from two days to two months before they are ready to actually hire.

10:00 – My arm (tendonitis) is hurting like a !$@(%*^&! this morning. I just put my stupid brace on…fortunately I wore a ¾ length sleeve this morning, so the brace won’t show. It is really uncomfortable though. I know…gripe, gripe, gripe…at least I have both arms.

10:34 – Back from the post office. It is a light mail day. Just got an email from Karen…apparently her son is flying in to Mid Continent, at 12:45 and out again at 2:15…so she is taking a long lunch to go eat with him. She is off all next week too. I am the only one here who doesn’t take long lunches sporadically. I‘m getting really tired of being responsible and doing the ‘right thing’ all the time. One of these days I will leave for lunch and just keep driving…(well, I’d like to…but my eye would twitch so bad from doing something ‘out of kilter’ that I wouldn’t be able to see to drive very far). I’m hopeless…I wonder where I might purchase some backbone!

12:45 – I went to the mall and did 4 laps for lunch…then came back and ate some whipped yogurt for lunch. Karen is gone to her lunch appt. so it is quiet…I caught up on all of my filing.


While I was walking at the mall…
The mall was pretty busy today, all of the usual ‘walkers’, and an assortment of odd folk.
1 – A boy-boy-girl trio of teenagers who I would bet money were skipping school today….very busy looking over their shoulders, paranoid to the 10th power.
2 – A woman with pastel pink hair (probably 60 – 65 years old…the woman…not the hair).
3 – A couple of ‘hippie wanna be’s’, long hair, jeans, t-shirts. They didn’t have a clue though…attitude was all wrong, and they were wearing shoes.
4 – A very scary woman with a small child on a leash. I concluded that the child wasn’t on the leash to keep it from wondering off…but to keep it from running away, screaming whenever it looked at mom.
5 – Lots of women wearing the new fashion craze ‘the booby sweater’. If you aren’t familiar with this piece of apparel…it is a small sweater, long sleeves, usually either knit or crochet, it hits the wearer just below the bra line. HINT: If your belly is bigger than your boobs…do not wear these…they make you look like an idiot.
6 – A large group of people from a group home. Most of them wandering aimlessly in circles while making indiscernible noises…or sitting in wheelchairs staring at the ceiling and batting at unseen assailants above them. This group gave me pause for a moment…and actually caused me to change my usual walking course today. Several weeks ago, a man in a group like this viciously attacked an 18 month old baby in a shopping cart at Wal-Mart…I gave them a wide berth.
7 – Abercrombie and Fitch have an interesting display out in front of their store…a male manikin with his ‘parts’ all but hanging out. THEY ARE CALLED PRIVATES FOR A REASON MORONS! As soon as I figure out where to purchase that backbone…I plan to cruise by and pull his pants up around his neck!
8 – Last, but not least…my trash can…if nothing else…it is consistent. It spoke to the man in front of me…but as I deposited my Sweet ‘n’ Low wrappers…it remained silent.

1:46 – Busy work…CRD/AE list for John…checks to post.

2:18 – Karen is back, John can’t decide if he wants to make the bank run or if he wants me to, Rick wants a trust account opened…with no trust papers…no can do.

3:11 – Checks are all posted, deposits prepared…John still can’t decide who is going
today (very frustrating). Cut off time for check requests is 3:00…so of course…I just got a ‘rush’ request…the broker forgot to give it to me on Friday and ALL DAY TODAY. 

3:35 – Back from bank (John finally made up his mind). “Rush” check okayed and delivered to broker.

4:18 – All files locked up for the evening, candles extinguished, blah, blah, yada, yada.

4:20 – 10 more minutes until time to go…Home Sweet Home!! 

Be Well!