F is for Frustration

Yesterday I was home, with the mission of clearing up several messy or messed up problems via the good old telephone method. First I called about a letter I received from a firm which was mailed to my name but Slingerlands address. How that happened is unexplainable. The agent was not in the office. *** Next I called our friendly Time Warner provider who had sent me a letter stating our present contract would be renewed but with a monthly increase, if I did nothing. So I called, but could receive no satisfactory answer.*** I then called "my" representative at the Home Owners Association to find out what steps they mandate before property can be sold. The uber-ogre would not tell me what I needed to do, only that the contact must be between my attorney and the HOA accounting department. My attorney called back to say that what the HOA does is essentially illegal, but they run you through the gamut so they can collect a fee. As does the attorney, of course.** I also had to check to see if the charge had been removed for the double-billing on the roof repair. Reluctantly, they did agree.*** I'd tried, but failed to schedule an appointment for one who exceeded the weight limit of the medical facilities, and she was to call me back, but didn't. ***My alleged home buyer also did not call as promised with the results of the home inspection, and any potential impact. He may have a valid reason, but I'm feeling a surge of hatred now.***Our subscription to the Troy Record is so screwed up as to be permanently unravelable. I think the only thing to do is let it expire and start over, and never pay online again, or by credit card either. ***I dug through all available records and recalibrated our IRS return so as to take advantage of considerable itemized deductions, but after all that work, it amounted to essentially the same, and we still owe $1200 or so.***I felt so frustrated I took a walk around the house, outside I mean, and when I came in and took off my coat, there was a tick crawling on my arm. Someone told me it's impossible to squash a tick, and you need to flush them, but that's not true. Ticks can be squashed. ***Homeowners Insurance rep called to ask if the Slingerlands house is vacant---they're not into insuring empty houses, it seems.***This afternoon Dave heard something chewing when he was in the bedroom. He looked up at the roof, but didn't see any rodents. Maybe it's in his head.***The only call I didn't make--yet---is about my tooth, and the ache therein. Since I've already been, over the past few years now, to a dentist, an endodontist, actually 2 of them, and an oral surgeon, and none of them has been able to help, I can't think of who to call next. I guess I'll have to live, and die, with the pain. Or maybe it's all in my head. ^delete^ delete^