A Slice of Life from last week. Lots of folks share slices here. Check it out if you don’t already.
I usually don’t check my phone when I’m at school. Once 2:40 rolls around, I look at it. Then I am ready – who needs me? What do they need? But before that, I am all about my students.
Most of the time.
At lunch one day last week I made the mistake of looking at it. Here is what I saw:
Water is turned off.
Making sure bill is paid.
We did not have your ss number.
What? What kind of cryptic message is that? I DID pay the bill. I quickly checked my app for the credit union. Yep. Bill paid, 8/28. And why is my husband referring to himself as we? And why can’t he look in the file labeled SOCIAL SECURITY? Perhaps it would be in there? Grrr….
I gave Disney Papa’s ss.
Now they think I’m dead.
My daughter, the college sophomore, just got a job with Disney. And she gave them my father’s social security number instead of hers. Why you ask? Because I had it stored in my phone when I was taking care of the business you take care of when someone dies, and one day I accidentally gave it to her when she asked for hers. She obviously didn’t get rid of it the first time she handed it out – to her summer employer. And why is that folder so hard to find?
Then another one.
Make an appointment with the orthodontist for tomorrow.
How about a please? But, crap, I have been meaning to do that for her. Okay, I made the call. The receptionist informed me that she had just made an appointment for my daughter a few minutes ago. Hmm. Made instead of make? What a difference a D makes.
DWP had a problem with water pipe at Weymouth Corners.
Also, picked up your stuff at the pharmacy and the dog food.
Also I fixed the ssn.
Redeemed. But not before my heart rate and my blood pressure shot up. Geez!
Tomorrow that phone is staying in my purse. Drama can wait until 2:40.