Why is my credit union such a pain in the ass? They only answer the phone 8-5, the web page always seems semi-broken, and they certainly don’t have that many branches. No wonder I do most of my business with the evil behemoth banks. If the bank has “America” in it’s name, I’m using it.
In any case, I have to figure out how to pay my property taxes. To do that I think I need to figure out how much money is scattered around all my bank accounts. I would say I should sell my company stock to pay for the tax but at this rate the stock is down so far that I don’t think the proceeds would cover the tax bill. Oh, the agony.
Other than that I’m ready to hit the hay and see some more interesting dreams. With my luck I’ll have nightmares this time and not the interesting ones like I had last night. Like the one where I was in an intimate location with a woman (who I will not identify because while I knew who she was, she didn’t look like that person at all) she said, “If we’re going to keep going out, you’re really going to have to listen to what I have to say: <mumble, mumble, mumble>. I woke up in a sweat, wondering what the hell she said.
Ah well, the imaginary girlfriends are much more amusing than my real life.