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May. 17th, 2006 01:24 amThere's nothing left but the difficult choices, and everyone is looking at you to make the pick.
I have nothing but hard choices in front of me for dealing with my son's school situation, my job situation, what's left of the house issues with the insurance company, and with my Ex. I can't do them all at once and I don't know where to start with what.
I have a June, 8 court date in small claims court. It's a hearing for establishing periodic payments. At this point, I don't even know if he'll show, and I'm not counting on getting any money then or in the future from him. If he does show, I will get to make him make an accounting of himself, and will find out how many other people and companies have sued him, for whatever that's worth. I might get lucky and get an order for a repayment schedule. Or, he may not show and then I'll have to decide if I want to pay for a sheriff to serve him a bench warrant for his arrest for failure to appear. If it's under $100 for that, I'll probably do it.
I have to decide if I want to complain to the state insurance department about my insurance company, or just drop it and accept my losses. I very much want to make them explain their actions, but of all the things on my plate this is the one I should be putting the least time into. Except this would take a ton of time to do right.
Danny's school is a lose-lose-lose situation. My best bet may be get a better job and put him in private school, if I can get the Ex to agree. Yeah, right.
The job situation will eventually sort itself out later this summer. I hope.
In the mean time, the Ex doesn't want to get divorced until she's moved. She's determined to buy this place up north and turn it into some sort of shop. There's more roadblocks in that plan than in an LA traffic jam, so I suppose I should stop stressing and just wait for that to fall apart on its own.
Back to work tomorrow. If I'm lucky, I won't have to talk to anyone. If not, I'm hoping I can hold my tounge (and my temper) long enough to not say the wrong thing and get fired. Cause at this point, I so could.
I have nothing but hard choices in front of me for dealing with my son's school situation, my job situation, what's left of the house issues with the insurance company, and with my Ex. I can't do them all at once and I don't know where to start with what.
I have a June, 8 court date in small claims court. It's a hearing for establishing periodic payments. At this point, I don't even know if he'll show, and I'm not counting on getting any money then or in the future from him. If he does show, I will get to make him make an accounting of himself, and will find out how many other people and companies have sued him, for whatever that's worth. I might get lucky and get an order for a repayment schedule. Or, he may not show and then I'll have to decide if I want to pay for a sheriff to serve him a bench warrant for his arrest for failure to appear. If it's under $100 for that, I'll probably do it.
I have to decide if I want to complain to the state insurance department about my insurance company, or just drop it and accept my losses. I very much want to make them explain their actions, but of all the things on my plate this is the one I should be putting the least time into. Except this would take a ton of time to do right.
Danny's school is a lose-lose-lose situation. My best bet may be get a better job and put him in private school, if I can get the Ex to agree. Yeah, right.
The job situation will eventually sort itself out later this summer. I hope.
In the mean time, the Ex doesn't want to get divorced until she's moved. She's determined to buy this place up north and turn it into some sort of shop. There's more roadblocks in that plan than in an LA traffic jam, so I suppose I should stop stressing and just wait for that to fall apart on its own.
Back to work tomorrow. If I'm lucky, I won't have to talk to anyone. If not, I'm hoping I can hold my tounge (and my temper) long enough to not say the wrong thing and get fired. Cause at this point, I so could.
