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In Today's Mail [Nov. 8th, 2002|10:21 am]
Zoethe
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Received the final determination for my unemployment--denied. They were not presuaded by my ethics concerns arguments, apparently. A couple of attorneys have sugggested that I go after her for "constructive dismissal," but considering the tooth-and-nail way in which she is fighting the wrongful dismissal case in which she is currently embroiled, it is unlikely that she will "just settle" and I can't see myself spending two years entangled in such a mess--let alone finding an attorney who would think it worth their while to take up. So my pocketbook remains empty for the time being, but I do have a job lined up starting next week.

Second fascinating item: An offer for a National Notary Association Platinum Visa® Business Card. Because, apparently, Notaries Public are high-fliers. This is a part of the training I seem to have missed. I mean, I'm allowed to charge something like $2.00 for notarizing a document. I can't see that adding up to the kind of volume that would make me relieved to learn that I can give cards to my staff at no additional cost. There's a fortune to be made in making paper bumpy, and I've just been giving it away!

Item three is a set of checks from my credit card company that will allow me to transfer balances from other cards to my current card at low,low interest. This would not generally be an item of much interest save for the fact that my card has expired and they haven't sent me a new one yet. Hmmm..Cart? Horse? (I will admit to a vague worry that I threw it away, thinking it was yet another credit offer, but I tear these in half so it doesn't seem too likely.) I should call them, but considering that I am terrified to spend money just now, it's probably just as well that I don't have a credit card.

And, at last, the wedding invitation of a good friend. These invitations have been the source of more tears and grief in the last month than would seem appropriate. The bride has been beside herself, trying to get them done. I, quite frankly, could not understand the fuss. Now I do. Within the inner envelope is the stiff card invitation to the wedding, the stiff card invitation to the reception, the stiff card RSVP with its envelope. Each of these printed items has a square of loose tissue paper protecting the print. Additionally, there is a copy of the directions. In other words, 8 separate items had to be fitted (and fitted carefully, since tissue paper crinkles so easily) within the inner envelope, and then that envelope addressed to the party and skipped into the outer envelope for final addressing. Taiwanese women refuse to do assembly work this complex.
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[User Picture]From: ladycathead
2002-11-08 06:53 pm (UTC)
Wedding invitations are an infliction of unholy hell. Steven & I made our own when we got married. We liked them better than all the other stuff out there & it was cheaper too...although I did say yes to silver fleur de lis seals on the backs of all of them cuz those were really cool looking! It's so easy to get sucked into all kind of goofy crap.

And a resounding "Noooooooo!" to credit cards. That's a big "Noooooo!" complete with flailing arms & moony eyes. Although you pretty much have to for business expenses. Arg. Why is life so hard? ;)
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[User Picture]From: zoethe
2002-11-10 03:18 pm (UTC)
Credit is fuckin' evil. I have much bucks to pay off, but not getting a replacement card is fine with me. I'm better off than many, having made a tidy bit off the last house I sold (paint is an AMAZING substance when it comes to classing up a place), but it's all plowed into this house, and there it will stay. Offers of "home equity loans" are the TRUE work of satan--I may take to burning these in my cauldron....
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