On Monday I learned that the Social Security office is literally the worst place in the world. I spent the better part of my day there in that smelly, loud, scary office (first part of the treacherous name change process), only to realize after leaving that I had forgotten to sign my form (they apparently forgot that that's necessary too). Damn. Buckets of tears. Hot, bitter ones.
After I got home, I realized that I was two days late on the rent check. I never forget the rent check.
Luckily, I have an amazing husband who went to the apartment office after work, and figured everything out with them, and paid rent, and brought home the most beautiful bouquet of irises for me. Thanks, Alex, for being the best when I am the worst.
This morning, I called the SS office to try to talk with them about the previous day's mishap. I spent an hour on hold waiting for an agent to get to my call only to have them hang up on me. So I called again. And again. Finally the computer I was speaking with told me they would call me back. OK, sure, that's fine. An hour later, they called. Twice. Of course, this is the moment my iPhone decided to have a hiccup and now I missed both calls because my phone never rang.
I'm sick of trying to deal with it, so I'm just hoping that if not signing is a problem, they'll call me and tell me so. They wouldn't just hang me out to dry by not even letting me know they can't process my incomplete form, right...? Right?
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