A few months ago we received a check in the mail, for an amount in the low four-digits, from a well-known investment company. There was no real explanation, but the word “pension” appeared on the stub.
What in the knuckle-crackin’ hell?
We deposited it into our savings account, and Toney gave their customer service department a call. The man was very friendly, but insisted their information was correct; I was to receive the same amount every month, for the rest of my life.
“But my husband is 46,” Toney said, “Why’s he receiving pension checks now??”
“I wouldn’t know that, ma’am. Did he have a special arrangement with his former employer?” he answered.
Toney told him something was wrong, and he assured her it’s very difficult to get such a thing approved, it would’ve had to cross six or eight desks. It’s been thoroughly examined, he promised, and we should just enjoy the money.
I didn’t like it, not one tiny bit. Something was askew. And when we received the third monthly check, I called them back myself.
The dude started the same song and dance, but I cut him off and said I wanted it re-confirmed and explained to me, in writing. Why am I receiving pension checks at the age of 46? What triggered it, and more generally: what the crap, man??
He chuckled, like he was dealing with a hysterical school girl, and told me he’d order a review. We should look for a letter detailing their findings, he promised.
And do any of you want to guess what the letter said? That’s correct, we have until the end of January to pay all the money back, because of “an unfortunate error” on their part.
Yes, it’s reassuring to know our retirement funds are in such good hands…
I’m not at all interested in going into the details, I’ve had quite enough of it already, but the past week was a real testicle-masher at work. I didn’t believe it would ever end, but my long weekend is finally here.
And tonight I plan to engage in a prolonged couch wallow/film festival. I have Transsiberian, American Teen, and Play Misty For Me from Netflix, plus about fifteen additional movies saved to the DVR.
So, I’m going to drink Yuenglings from a pint glass, snuggle ‘neath the Scrote-watcher, and check out of this world for a while. Escapism will be the theme of the evening, and I can’t wait. I want to pass through a portal of beer, blankets, and cinema.
And once I’ve reached the other side, I’ll decide whether I want to return.
Buck sent me a link to this video today, and it’s pretty amazing. I love the face the girl makes after saying, “I’ll sweep the floors…!” I keep playing it, and that part kills me.
She has some wonderful friends, doesn’t she? Their laughter can be heard throughout the whole video, and they presumably posted it to the internet. Sorority sisters… ha!
I checked YouTube for a follow-up, and found this hilarious response. It’s all good.
The Smoking Fish has been spotted at two recent sporting events. Check it out. Our logo, man, he watches a lot of ESPN.
Thanks folks! Keep the photos coming. Send them to my main address: jeff(at)thewvsr.com
And since Kelly is wearing one of the new shirts, I’m going to use it as an excuse to link to the order page again. Only a few remain! Time is running out!! When Fad has a sale, Fad has a sale!!!
Speaking of movies, did any of you see Valkyrie? The TV commercials make it look interesting, but the thing completely tanked at the box office.
Is it because Tom Cruise is in it? Has his humorless, scientologist, creepy-ass ways finally ruined his career? Does his involvement automatically stamp a big red VETO across his movies at this point?
I don’t know. I don’t like the guy very well either, he’s always seemed like a smug Chicklet-toothed frat boy asshole to me, but I’m not ready to write him off completely. I want to see Valkyrie, once it hits Netflix.
However… anything featuring Sean Penn is an automatic NO. I can’t stand the guy, on any level. Yeah, I know he’s supposedly a great actor, but I don’t care. If he’s involved, I won’t be seeing it.
There are a few others who are teetering, usually the ones who have the stick of righteousness up their ass. You know, the people who have the same exact opinions as everyone they know, but act like they’re being exceedingly courageous by boring us all with it? But Penn is the only one who absolutely disqualifies a movie for me.
What about you? Are there any actors or actresses who fall into that category for you? Which ones ruin it for you, and cause you to not even consider seeing one of their films?
Tell us about it in the comments, won’t you?
And I won’t be updating on Friday, I’m afraid. I’ll be spending the day working on some behind-the-scenes stuff that should already be done.
So, have a great weekend, my friends. I’ll see you on Monday, if not sooner.
Now playing in the bunker.