Waiting.

The last 4 weeks or so have consisted of Mario and I in some state or another of limbo at best, total frustration and desperation at worst. We had a mistake with our bank accounts, and it became a cascade of eff ups to beat all odds of craptastic eff ups. Combine banking policy with the IRS, and you have the above. Ironically BOTH the bank and the IRS have said it was a mistake on their ends... and yet, who has our money? NOT US! But neither the IRS nor the bank knows who has it, and they just stand around and point fingers at each other.

So here I am, waiting... like every other day for the last several weeks...waiting for a return phone call, for good news, for information, for someone at the bank to call us back. Someone at the IRS to call us back. Someone to take accountability. Waiting for the bank to open. For someone to come back from vacation. For someone to come back from lunch. For midnight for the upload that didn't happen. Waiting for someone who handles this aspect. Waiting for someone to humanize the issue and

DO. SOMETHING.