So Glad That Is Over

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This part of it any way. Last week my daughter received a voice mail from Social Security saying they needed to speak to her regarding her check. This sent her and I into a tail spin of anxiety and feeling of sheer dread. (I am always so afraid of something happening to one or both of our checks. We would be destitute. No family, no savings or anything near by to help us. Ugh!) My stomach was already hurting since the news on November 8th which I am still trying to deal with in a big girl way. My daughter had some trouble getting ahold of the woman due to her being sick and office hours here at the district office. Finally, after six days, she gets ahold of the woman. (During that time my daughter had talked to her present payee who said SS was calling people to see if they wanted to keep having a payee.) Not a problem. She wants to keep having the payee. She and I discussed it. She knows that when she is manic she is a spend thrift and needs the payee. The woman tells her that is not the case at all. They are changing the payee. I guess the present one wasn't a real one or something. Weird because she took over for the original one my daughter had had for several years. So, anyway, we wanted to get any paper work done and get the ball rolling with this new payee so there wouldn't be a problem next month with paying our bills. My daughter calls the number the SS rep lady gave her and gets a trailer manufacturing place. Tells me. I ask her for the number and I try it. Same thing. My daughter must have written it down wrong. So I have her call the SS rep again but they closed for today. I decided to call the toll free office number instead of the district office here. We set on hold for 1 hour and twenty minutes! A nice lady named Shirelle finally comes on and looks at Cami's notes, then goes off the line for about ten minutes. Comes back with a new number. (She called the back line number for the district office here and they were in there working and some guy gave her still another number) We call that and .....wait for it.......get a health clinic. I hang up. My daugher and I cannot believe this is happening still again. Then I decide to call the number again and do some detective work. I push the first number in the automated maze and ask the girl that finally comes on the line if this office has gotten calls in the past for this payee place we are looking for. No, not that she knows of but she will connect me over to this other lady that might know more. Not a problem. She comes on the line. I explain it to her. It's her! She is the payee. How in the heck are we supposed to know this? If I hadn't called back and done some detective work we'd be back to square one calling the district office tomorrow. So I set it all up for my daughter. The payee says she needs to tell SS what this number is and that it is her number. Yeah, I was all for that. Gheesh! So how was your day?