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Let me think about what I've been doing the last couple of days. Friday I ran a bunch of errands and ended up spinning my wheels at the bank where we got our home loan- apparently we owed some late fees from a couple of years ago when hub was underemployed. There'd been no notification until a frantic phone call the other day, and the guy said he could either pay it by card over the phone for a $10 fee, or go to any Bank of America and pay it there. So I went to the bank, and they were completely clueless, and after a few phone calls it turns out we can't pay it at the bank with any assurance the money would get to where it needed to go- and why don't we just mail it in? Because the jerkwad on the phone didn't give us that option, that's why. So I called the bank hub's mom works at (First Texas, incidentally) and asked what the mortgage rates were. Turns out they're two and a quarter percent below our original loan, so we're starting the process of refinancing. Depending on a few things, it looks like it could lower our payment by a couple hundred bucks. Isn't that thrilling?
Saturday we worked on the table. Dad handed down a metal frame with a glass top coffee table; the glass is thin and poorly supported, so it bows and is just a disaster waiting to happen. So hub got a wild hair to make a table top with wood that fit into the frame, and tile on the top. He seems to really enjoy the process of building something like this, and we worked on it for most of the day. Then we went to Cathy and Dave's and played Acquire. It was cool, but I could tell I was gonna lose a long way before the game was over- and there's not a lot of luck involved, so I just had to sit and wait for it to happen. This was somewhat of a bummer, but the company was good and overall I had a fun evening.
I came in yesterday to work for a few hours. It turns out that since one doctor statement says I can come back on 8/20 (six weeks post-op) and another says 8/8 (the date I pulled out of my ass when I was in for my 2-week appt. and had him fill out the return to work release) HR is pissed off and wondering why I am not working full-time, though everyone including my boss thought it was fine for me to work partial days until 8/20. So I get to go back to the doctor and have him fill out another form or I go into leave without pay. Boss lady was very accommodating as usual, and also promised that I could go on my vacation somehow, including saying she would pull a reason out of her ass (lot of that going around) to give me performance leave if she had to. I heart her. I'm passing up chances to work better shifts because I am reluctant to change supervisors.
Saturday we worked on the table. Dad handed down a metal frame with a glass top coffee table; the glass is thin and poorly supported, so it bows and is just a disaster waiting to happen. So hub got a wild hair to make a table top with wood that fit into the frame, and tile on the top. He seems to really enjoy the process of building something like this, and we worked on it for most of the day. Then we went to Cathy and Dave's and played Acquire. It was cool, but I could tell I was gonna lose a long way before the game was over- and there's not a lot of luck involved, so I just had to sit and wait for it to happen. This was somewhat of a bummer, but the company was good and overall I had a fun evening.
I came in yesterday to work for a few hours. It turns out that since one doctor statement says I can come back on 8/20 (six weeks post-op) and another says 8/8 (the date I pulled out of my ass when I was in for my 2-week appt. and had him fill out the return to work release) HR is pissed off and wondering why I am not working full-time, though everyone including my boss thought it was fine for me to work partial days until 8/20. So I get to go back to the doctor and have him fill out another form or I go into leave without pay. Boss lady was very accommodating as usual, and also promised that I could go on my vacation somehow, including saying she would pull a reason out of her ass (lot of that going around) to give me performance leave if she had to. I heart her. I'm passing up chances to work better shifts because I am reluctant to change supervisors.
