I'm starting this because I'm frustrated and need to vent. I've spent what seems like hours on the phone with MetLife calling about my Dad's pension check. It's kind of my own fault because I cannot find the little notebook that has the correct number I found in February after doing some detective work because my Dad, who has dementia (which is another major frustration in itself!), hadn't a clue as to where his pension came from.
So I called the 1-800-Metlife number, talked to a person who gave me another number, talked to a person who gave me another number, talked to a person who gave me another number (am I up to five numbers yet because that's how many I called and each had their own automated voice stuff where I had to press numbers and enter numbers--sheesh!). While on hold talking with a wonderful person named Ebony (I love that name!), I found a fax I'd sent to an employee so when Ebony got back on the line I was able to give her the fax number and employee name. Well, wouldn't you know that she found a listing for the employee, but there wasn't a phone number attached. How can that be? In the end, Ebony promised to call me back with the employee's phone number or have the employee contact me, although I'm suspicious because I've heard that before.
On the plus side, I'm not going to eat over this stress. In fact, I feel like going out and running around the block a few times. Not going to do that either, though, because my knee hurts from running yesterday. Maybe I'll do some crunches. Nothing relieves stress like doing crunches, right?
At least the day is sunny and my tulips look awesome. . .how is it in everyone else's little corner of the world?