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A Fairly Good day going bad
Dec. 22nd, 2005 05:15 pmMerry Christmas to me...
I just got a noseload of paperwork from the Massachusetts Department of Rehabilitation's Disability Determination Service regarding my recent rejected SSI claim. Talk about the bug under the microscope feeling... I honestly want to bypass all this stuff and just send them a tape-recorded message telling them exactly what I feel about all these dumb questions and telling them how worthless it makes me feel, like I'm somehow invalidated by all this scrutiny. Yes, I know they're putting me through it just because of some lazy asses who rooked the system, but dammit, I'm not one of them. Like the Exiles who share my headspace, I just want to be able to live.
"The world may not end in fire or ice, but there's one thing it'll end in: paperwork." --Frank Zapppa (I think)
I knew the day was going to be problematic when one of my mother's evil siblings showed up at my workplace. These people aggravate me so much that sometimes a simple "Merry Christmas" from them feels like a goddamned slap in the face. I'm honestly considering legally changing my first name (the Merv offered me the feminine form of one of the names he's used over the ages). For security purposes, I won't be mentioning that name just yet... Not that I'm paranoid about these people snooping in my LJ, I just don't want them finding out.
I'd been having a fairly good day aside from that, and a headspace-dweller upset that I'll chronicle later.
::Uses her "Welcome to my Life" icon, just because it fits.
I just got a noseload of paperwork from the Massachusetts Department of Rehabilitation's Disability Determination Service regarding my recent rejected SSI claim. Talk about the bug under the microscope feeling... I honestly want to bypass all this stuff and just send them a tape-recorded message telling them exactly what I feel about all these dumb questions and telling them how worthless it makes me feel, like I'm somehow invalidated by all this scrutiny. Yes, I know they're putting me through it just because of some lazy asses who rooked the system, but dammit, I'm not one of them. Like the Exiles who share my headspace, I just want to be able to live.
"The world may not end in fire or ice, but there's one thing it'll end in: paperwork." --Frank Zapppa (I think)
I knew the day was going to be problematic when one of my mother's evil siblings showed up at my workplace. These people aggravate me so much that sometimes a simple "Merry Christmas" from them feels like a goddamned slap in the face. I'm honestly considering legally changing my first name (the Merv offered me the feminine form of one of the names he's used over the ages). For security purposes, I won't be mentioning that name just yet... Not that I'm paranoid about these people snooping in my LJ, I just don't want them finding out.
I'd been having a fairly good day aside from that, and a headspace-dweller upset that I'll chronicle later.
::Uses her "Welcome to my Life" icon, just because it fits.