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kyburgYes, I really do make flying monkeys come out my butt.
The latest example being the last two days.
I swear, I heard "after thanksgiving" from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
firez on his relocation to Olympia, Washington. I must have been tired or pre-occupied with TIES, Mom, Thanksiging Foo, DCFS inspection the 23rd and its accompanying punchlist -
But he called, on the outskirts of Pomona, and needed to know how to get to the house.
I was hoping to see him. I got to see him. And it only made sense for the two of them to spend the night.
The next day?
Paychecks didn't get into bank accounts because of a direct deposit FU, and now they have no funds to go any further.
Oh, hell no.
There's a job waiting for people to get to it, and people need to get to it - and my MIL arrives today, so I don't have room either.
Welcome to WTF Are You Going To Do Now?!
Three bright young men, and it takes the bitch getting home from work yesterday to sort it all out.
Upshot? Plans were made and favors called in. He's burned a lot of influences on this one, make no mistake. But I packed them lunches, had Jim fill up the tank on the van they're driving, loaned a bit of cash (not enough to get them all the way up, we don't have it and no, I wouldn't hand it all over - I NEED IT) and got them on their way.
But...I'm the one who put a plan together for the logistics to work. No, don't send a check here - send it to the hotel they're going to be staying at!
Do you trust the person who is going to have a paper copy of your check and can they run it to the bank for you? You know how they can do that, right?
Jeebus, don't stress. THINK. Your only hope is to get where you need to go - your life is there!
So help me, if this works, I deserve to have those flying monkeys gold-plated.
And tonight, I begin the holiday season. Welcome to the blender, setting=HIGH.
I'd be prouder of the monkeys, but I'm friggin tired of it always being my monkeys, yanno?
The latest example being the last two days.
I swear, I heard "after thanksgiving" from
firez on his relocation to Olympia, Washington. I must have been tired or pre-occupied with TIES, Mom, Thanksiging Foo, DCFS inspection the 23rd and its accompanying punchlist - But he called, on the outskirts of Pomona, and needed to know how to get to the house.
I was hoping to see him. I got to see him. And it only made sense for the two of them to spend the night.
The next day?
Paychecks didn't get into bank accounts because of a direct deposit FU, and now they have no funds to go any further.
Oh, hell no.
There's a job waiting for people to get to it, and people need to get to it - and my MIL arrives today, so I don't have room either.
Welcome to WTF Are You Going To Do Now?!
Three bright young men, and it takes the bitch getting home from work yesterday to sort it all out.
Upshot? Plans were made and favors called in. He's burned a lot of influences on this one, make no mistake. But I packed them lunches, had Jim fill up the tank on the van they're driving, loaned a bit of cash (not enough to get them all the way up, we don't have it and no, I wouldn't hand it all over - I NEED IT) and got them on their way.
But...I'm the one who put a plan together for the logistics to work. No, don't send a check here - send it to the hotel they're going to be staying at!
Do you trust the person who is going to have a paper copy of your check and can they run it to the bank for you? You know how they can do that, right?
Jeebus, don't stress. THINK. Your only hope is to get where you need to go - your life is there!
So help me, if this works, I deserve to have those flying monkeys gold-plated.
And tonight, I begin the holiday season. Welcome to the blender, setting=HIGH.
I'd be prouder of the monkeys, but I'm friggin tired of it always being my monkeys, yanno?
