Yesterday MM called from the rig to tell me they're getting stacked. But it's OK, because they have another rig for him to go to. Only it's 120 miles away, and he'd have to drive there and back every day. And oh yeah, it's a pay cut. Pay cut, a two hour one way drive and a ton of money for gas to get there. Awesome.
Right after I get that call, I get the mail. There's a letter from Alltel refusing my crazy SIL service without a deposit. She's applying for cell phone service, fresh out of rehab, and using our address.
She had called when she got out, couple of weeks ago. We talked briefly, I told her good luck with everything and that was the end of it. It was pretty awkward and pretty obvious that we weren't going to be talking again anytime soon.
But apparently not awkward and obvious enough that she didn't feel it was inappropriate to apply for credit using our address as her own.
And here I was, all high on the happiness of my test score. My happy dance must have drawn attention from from the powers that be. I've been thwarted. Thwarted, I say!*
*And wasn't I just saying the other day that the opportunity to say that doesn't come up all that often? When life brings you lemons....