I don’t know how much it helps. Nobody knows how to use a credit card when you are shaking and can’t remember your code because you are in crisis. Telling me to calm down is an insult. I wouldn’t be upset if the death certificates I paid for last year were ever delivered to me. And yes the coroner is furious because you put my loved one under the Wrong Name and said it was their fault. So I could not even donate organs because it took Months to release him. Flak is flak. And this is a show of ridiculous incompetence. And they still have his stuff. But it’s nobody’s fault it’s Technology. Made by humans. Flak is flak. Nobody should go thru this when vulnerable. They took not only our stuff but a human and they Never even looked at his ID. Technology? can you scan a national identification card. At a crime scene. Nobody in crisis should have to deal with this. Technology is not an excuse to be rude and weird. They also left my husband’s pet in here afterwards and it died. Technology of course. I have a bodyguard I use sometimes. That usually gets past the Technology. In human rights law siege is a common strategy. My estate goes to the Clooney Foundation. Mrs Clooney is my role model. She is a barrister.
The little things are not very small. And I can float like a very small rock or a duck
O this keeps getting better. My tax scheduler sent an automated email asking me to upload my tax documents in advance of my appointment. OK! I will enscribe these mythical Tax Documents in proper form on a silver reed and have a unicorn deliver it. I have a laundry basket and a low threshold. And I am old and seriously? I’m just Myself Corporation I should know better. They will be nice and I will be ok I will bring my own cold towels and lemonade this time. I feel like this is orbit and I need to get grounded fast. Once these taxes are done I have it under control. I ran a pet shop in Washington DC we served all the diplomats and did their dogs like pandas and pink kitties with best service we had a dream team and it was smooth. If I could do that I can do this.
What the police took unidentified from my husband that night was a weapon registered to him. I didn’t care until recently. I want to know why and where it is. I want to be done with this. I don’t want his slippers. Or the cost of that item. And I am pressuring them as to where it is. And I am getting wild responses. Which are recorded. This is what I do when I get angry about my loss. Then they think I’m tired however somehow I get up again. It’s what I do best it seems. Why I became a nun.
