the incorrect duck
Mar. 2nd, 2022 03:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
somedayseattleDa Olda Sista swung by and together we moseyed over to the bank. There was a line of people waiting to see the customer service rep (and our pal Shannon B was not in the office) so we bounced over to the branch we went to last Wednesday. We greeted by Janett, the same person we dealt with last visit (who would still not confirm if her name was pronounced Janet or Jeanette). We reiterated our issue, using small, uncomplicated words. Janett set up a new online banking for Sista. Supposedly by days end Sista will have access to both of MeMums accounts. All it took was 2 boops, a beep and a squonk on the computer. I am awaiting confirmation from Sista that all is bueno.
I tried again to explain to her that most of the shit she worries (obsesses) about is pointless. Life will always throw up roadblocks but that does not mean every single, solitary, minor thing is a life or death situation. You have to learn to let things roll off your back once in a while. She constantly complains about her inability to sleep. Of course, when you spend all your time running through worst case scenarios of every little goddamn thing you are never going to sleep. I explained to her how I strive to live stress free. 99% of the time I am successful (the Medicaid bullshit notwithstanding). I believe in The Delicate Balance of The Universe. To have joy you have to have sorrow. For all beauty, there is ugly. Light needs dark. Good needs bad. She was not wrong when she said she is what balances me out in The Universe.
I tried again to explain to her that most of the shit she worries (obsesses) about is pointless. Life will always throw up roadblocks but that does not mean every single, solitary, minor thing is a life or death situation. You have to learn to let things roll off your back once in a while. She constantly complains about her inability to sleep. Of course, when you spend all your time running through worst case scenarios of every little goddamn thing you are never going to sleep. I explained to her how I strive to live stress free. 99% of the time I am successful (the Medicaid bullshit notwithstanding). I believe in The Delicate Balance of The Universe. To have joy you have to have sorrow. For all beauty, there is ugly. Light needs dark. Good needs bad. She was not wrong when she said she is what balances me out in The Universe.