First World Problems

 

First World Problems

“If you have the money to solve the problem, you don’t have a problem.” That has always been my mantra. Not anymore – it was meaningful when people liked making money, but now it seems as though if any effort is required, it’s off the table.

Grrr…..hard water – not life threatening, but threatening to having shiny hair and glowing skin. And scummy sinks and tubs are the norm. My water softener company gave up replacing tanks and turned the business over to the company which I had ditched before. My hook-ups are complicated and on my roof. Because recently I’ve had roof work done, my assumption was that the hook-ups were compromised. But then, a few weeks ago I had one day of soft water, screwing up my theory.

Bottom line is I pay $60 per month and have no soft water. You need to know that the “customer service” women in the office are neither customer friendly nor service oriented. When I mentioned this to the rep who was here last week, he laughed, agreed, and said that they treated the reps even worse. So, I was delighted to have this guy who actually listened to me, set up an appointment to have the trouble shooters come next week. More later.

Fifty grills at Home Depot and not one propane tank. The person in charge forgot to order them. So, I’ve got a new, state of the art grill in my back yard and an empty tank in the back of my car waiting to be exchanged. Again, not life-threatening, however irritating as hell.

Again, we have another huge RV parked on the street into which which our little cul de sac leads. Chances of safely pulling out blindly are as good as winning the lottery. Perhaps it’s time for another call to my hero, Officer B.

For fear of recriminations, I hesitate to name the bank – just think stagecoaches and the wild West. A simple request of adding my management replacement onto several checking accounts is viewed as an almost illegal activity not to be encouraged And definitely not to be allowed without jumping through hoops of fire. Please just give me a document for the client to sign. More later.

On the heels of the above dilemma comes a letter from the IRS. It seems as if the IRS has calculated my taxes to be more (of course not less) than my CPA’s figure. Getting through to the CPA is akin to contacting the Pentagon. I haven’t even tried to contact the IRS.

To add to the current irritations, I have an AI issue –no, not what you might be thinking. This is an ant invasion, so the traps are set and they appear to be doing the job.

In the whole scheme of things these are minor problems. However, given enough of them at the same time tends to make one forget all the good things. Not losing your credit card, being free of an annoying ear issue, not being involved in an auto accident, finding your cell phone, and the biggie at this age - finding a fourth for a bridge game!

And let's not forget, what I consider good news - Steve Kerr is staying with the Warriors!  What will Draymond do?