Jack Harris3 said:Kenneth Hernandez67, you’re his guardian—maybe temporary if things aren't finalized, but you've gotta have the paperwork for it. So, are you officially the authorized representative or what?
Tiffany is talking nonsense. 😁
I MIGHT AS WELL CARRY THE ENTIRE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS WITH ME FOR ALL THE GOOD IT DOES!!!!!!
And they claim they're just "protecting their client's interests." 😵
It's a wall... a total brick wall. It's noon on Friday and I haven't even received a single phone call.
At three o'clock, I'm showing up with the press... since nobody bothered to call me... what's the phrase... 🤔 😉
Josh, I’m only going to say this once... any amount less than $667 isn't something I'm withdrawing; it needs to be deposited directly into the account for the madness fund.
I just found out from my banker that neither 😠 nor the headquarters nor the Department of Social Services have even bothered to call... I’m struggling to scrape this money together like a guy trying to make ends meet on a minimum wage paycheck in Chicago.
My personal banker just sat there with her hand over her eyes the whole time... she looked completely paralyzed, caught somewhere between wanting to laugh and wanting to cry.
I actually felt a little bad for the woman—it seemed awkward even for her. She mumbled something about how maybe she hadn't looked closely enough at the situation... meanwhile, the other tellers were just peeking out from behind their counters, smirking at the whole thing.
At this point, it was already 5 PM and there wasn't much left to be done. The manager tried to beg me to come back in later this morning, but I basically told her to take a hike. I slammed my passbook down on the desk, told them to process the deposit however they see fit, and said I'd swing by on Monday to sign the paperwork.
Ice-blue eyes, that specific hairstyle, and hair color just like Kosorica—but then you see the chin fused right into her chest and belly... and those arms held out like she’s ready for takeoff because she can't even bring them down to her sides.
So, she walks right up to me and asks the teller for my bank statement without even glancing my way—is that really her?
My blood pressure is already spiking... I actually had the nerve to say, "I'm the one calling the shots here, how about you?" I should have been a bit more polite and introduced myself as [Surname], the attorney for that bank.
I started roughly this kind of monologue.
As an employee of this bank, my primary duty is protecting our clients' interests. I am certain that this gentleman—I didn't even catch his last name—simply wants to ensure his old savings account remains exactly as it is: untouched.
People, if I haven't lost my mind completely... she’s actually going to lecture ME about his interests? ME? Does she even have a clue where their client is located right now? Has she bothered to look at a single one of the files I dropped off, aside from that precious little savings passbook they hold like it's some kind of holy relic? $667?????????????????????
I asked her if she wanted to check on their client and have a word with him, and honestly? It’s going to be one hell of a freaking release. $667 ??????????????????
I’ll be back in about twenty or twenty-five minutes; I need to give my personal banker enough time to get everything squared away while she’s out.
They told me to grab a seat and wait, so I did...
About fifteen minutes pass before she shows up, trying to explain some "problem" to me... I can't make heads or tails of what she's saying, nor do I care to. All I want is to use my barber's funds to settle his bill...
Suddenly, I realize she's staring right over my shoulder.
I turned around, and descending the escalator was the largest, heaviest woman I have ever laid eyes on in my entire life.😲
She tries to tell me there's some massive bureaucratic hurdle because it’s an old offshore savings account that requires releasing the funds 🙄
So I joke with >, asking if we're going to have to go to war or fight some epic battle just to get it... you know, "liberating" the cash... but she just brushes it off, saying it's nothing, just two extra forms to sign... tells me not to worry about it at all...
And just like that, I walk out of the bank feeling pretty satisfied with myself.
While going through Barb's things, I found a small booklet containing some USD... let's be clear—the amount is LESS than $0.67, but it's just enough to cover his medical bills for the month.
I somehow managed to get 🙄 from the social services office, authorizing me not to withdraw the cash, but to deposit that poor man's funds directly toward his treatment before I head to the bank.
They assigned me a personal teller, 😍, who isn't exactly thrilled about the situation, but she's looking through all the paperwork and remembering that poor, struggling man; she was actually quite sincere in how much she pitied his condition.
She tells me I should go grab a coffee or take a walk while she handles everything, but I'm just standing there wondering: how long on earth does it take to process one single withdrawal, one deposit, and one transfer? 😕
I’m considering following a specialist’s advice regarding Trisequens...
But before I pull the trigger, I did some digging to make sure I knew what I was getting into...
And look closely at this warning:
"If you are still in your fertile years or aren't certain whether you've passed menopause, be aware that Trisequens will definitely not prevent pregnancy."
😕
Now, it seems to me like I read somewhere that some women on these forums actually use this as birth control... I’m completely lost...
Now that I actually think about it... they claim he never faced such a horrific crisis while he was 'abroad.'
Back when he was living overseas and hitting rock bottom, he’d lock himself inside for days on end, eating birdseed, sitting on his bike and planning trips to Italy, buying VCRs just to tear them apart and bury them, or barricading himself in the garage from his pursuers and slicing the skin off his own legs with a knife just so 'devices' couldn't track his location... honestly, I don't even have the energy to list everything else he did.
So how on earth can things be any worse now, when he's just lying there, sedentary, clean, tidy, with nothing to worry about but the next twenty-four hours?
Jeffrey Edwards5 said:Kenneth Hernandez67, what did the doctor say about how long this is going to last? And how did your old man react when the doctor brought up the visiting rules?
The doctor didn't give me a timeline at all. Just vague stuff like "a few days" or "a few weeks"... nothing concrete.
My dad hasn't said a word. Absolutely nothing.
He just keeps repeating that as long as he was looking out for his brother, he would never have ended up in a state like this.