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bomberqueen17:
I DID IT I MADE A PHONE CALL
*curls up under desk*
*whimpers*
… about all I understood from the phone call, and that I made them repeat a bunch was, “yes okay this thing is done”, and they were like yes, there’s a form you’ll need to sign and attach a cancelled check to, fax it back, and I was like who even fucking faxes things but I’ll figure it out, OK. I got the form and it’s blank. There are two solid pages full of things I have to fill in, with information I don’t know how to get. There’s a chance they really just need me to fill in who I am and attach a cancelled check and send it back, but I don’t know if they said that or not, because I don’t understand people well over the phone, and that’s why I don’t do important business over the phone. There’s an equally good chance that I’m expected to somehow know how to fill this fucking thing out. The only thing I’m absolutely sure of is that it was sent from a Do-Not-Reply email account, and the only way I can ask for help is to phone them again, whereupon I will not understand their instructions. Fucking yay? Fuck. They’re getting this thing faxed back fucking blank with a note attached saying if this isn’t what you needed you can email me like a fucking civilized fucking human.

bomberqueen17:
I DID IT I MADE A PHONE CALL
*curls up under desk*
*whimpers*
… about all I understood from the phone call, and that I made them repeat a bunch was, “yes okay this thing is done”, and they were like yes, there’s a form you’ll need to sign and attach a cancelled check to, fax it back, and I was like who even fucking faxes things but I’ll figure it out, OK. I got the form and it’s blank. There are two solid pages full of things I have to fill in, with information I don’t know how to get. There’s a chance they really just need me to fill in who I am and attach a cancelled check and send it back, but I don’t know if they said that or not, because I don’t understand people well over the phone, and that’s why I don’t do important business over the phone. There’s an equally good chance that I’m expected to somehow know how to fill this fucking thing out. The only thing I’m absolutely sure of is that it was sent from a Do-Not-Reply email account, and the only way I can ask for help is to phone them again, whereupon I will not understand their instructions. Fucking yay? Fuck. They’re getting this thing faxed back fucking blank with a note attached saying if this isn’t what you needed you can email me like a fucking civilized fucking human.
