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Dog Attack: Trounced Pooch

DogAttackUSAF-300x282Horrible evening and night. Along about 10 pm as we were walking in the neighborhood, some idiot’s out-of-control German shepherd dog charged across our main feeder street and down the side road where we were standing and attacked Cassie.

The shepherd belonged to the guests of some renters in a house on Feeder Street. This bunch were out in front of the house, apparently taking their leave of their hosts as they loaded stuff into the back of a small SUV. As we approached on Side Road, I could see they had a couple of dogs out there, one of them a shepherd, and that the shepherd was squirreling around their truck. I stopped to watch for a moment, but then decided we could get by since we were all the way on the other side of a wide road.

About the time we stepped forward from this pause—well before we reached the corner—this dog spotted us and shot across Feeder Street like a rocket. It grabbed Cassie by the nape of the neck and started shaking her, trying to kill her.

Wouldn’t you know, I’d decided to carry along a glass of tea instead of my coyote shilelagh, and I was wearing sandals, so couldn’t even kick the damn dog in the ribs.

I grabbed the shepherd but couldn’t force it to release her—she was shrieking and the shepherd was shaking her like a rag and I couldn’t stop it. Finally the moron owners came shuffling up, and the two of them were able to disconnect their fucking dog.

Effing morons! They claimed they had the dog on a leash. Yeah…they had a leash on the dog, all right: they just weren’t holding onto it! The animal was frolicking around the vehicle because they’d dropped the leash. I flew into such a high rage I turned the night air Day-Glo blue yelling at them for their stupidity.

Fortunately it was a fairly young dog, inexperienced, and it grabbed her not by the neck but over the shoulders. Her hair is extremely thick in that area and so the bite didn’t break the skin. By the time we got her free, she was ambulatory, and in fact did not want me to carry her far. She seemed to be able to walk OK, once I hauled her away from the scene.

The emergency vets tried to scare me, over the phone, into hurrying in for some expensive x-rays and tests, telling me she might have internal injuries. But I’m $450 in the hole as we scribble, no sign of my Social Security check, probably not going to get one next month, and after two weeks of entertaining freshmen four uninterrupted hours a day, tomorrow’s “lagging” paycheck from PeopleSoft will cover three, count’em (3) days. Since Cassie sleeps on the bed with me, I decided I could keep an eye on her until morning and then, assuming I didn’t have to rush her to the emergency animal clinic during the night, foist her onto La Maya to schlep to the vet while I was in class.

This morning she seemed sore but OK. So La Maya and I decided to opt the relay race to the vet’s, no doubt much to La M’s relief. Not as though she had nothing else to do… 🙄

From the campus, I made an appointment for 2:00 p.m. with the regular vet—fifty bucks just to walk in the door—but after arriving home from class I decided to cancel, because by the time I got home from class she was standing by the door and looking hale and hearty. Now she seems pretty well…bright-eyed and lobbying to chase her ball around. So I think she’s probably OK.

My throat is sore from all the screaming I did last night. Got to sleep around 3; had to get up at 5. I’ve been a zombie all day.

You know, if you own a big powerful dog that could pose a danger to you, to other people, or to other people’s pets, you have only two choices: either you have it so exquisitely, perfectly trained that it WILL stop what it’s doing under all conditions and come when called (few people know how or have the patience to train a dog like that), or you keep it on a lead at all times whenever it’s outside a fenced area.

Stupid, stupid, stupid people.

We Won’t Be Getting That Job…or Much of Anything

Holy F**k! If you’ll excuse the not-quite expression. And even if you won’t, I’ll say it again.

About two seconds after I hit “send” to shoot four incredibly complicated documents off in application for a full-time job at the District, I went to close the short-form resumé I’d written to supplement the 12-page curriculum vitae, the 11-page application form, and the two-page (11-point Times New Roman, line spacing “exactly”) cover letter that I’ve spent the past three days laboring over.

The resumé was an afterthought. IMHO the endless CV is something that probably is never read and, if it is, probably is the target of much seething resentment on the part of the person who is forced to read it. So I thought it would be a good idea to send a two-page business-style resumé that, while it doesn’t detail every word I’ve ever published, every conference I’ve every attended, every class I’ve ever taught, and every thought I’ve ever had, is at least readable.

My fingers alight on Command-W just as my eyes come to rest on the screen, where what should I read as the file flickers away but

…a editorial office…

Oh, hell and damnation!

I spent hour after hour after HOUR trying to get this stuff right. Went over it and over it and over it and then went over it again. If I have to screw up, does it have to be, dear God, does it have to be right where I’m crowing about my brilliant editing career?

So, if I ever had a snowball’s chance (which of course I didn’t), it just melted away in the 110-degree heat.

I’m screwed.

And if the FARKING Republicans get their way and shut the government down, I (along with about half my fellow Americans) am double-screwed.

I do not know what I am going to do if I don’t get a Social Security check next month. And I’m quite sure I’m not the only person who does not know what she or he is going to do if we don’t get our Social Security checks last month.

So far, Social Security hasn’t deposited a payment this month, either. Yesterday I spent my last available cash-flow dime on food. To buy enough gas to get to work between now and the end of the credit-card cycle, I’ll have to pull more money out of savings.

My next paycheck, which will arrive on Thursday after I’ve been standing in front of classrooms for two weeks, will cover three days, thanks to PeopleSoft’s wacko “lagging” pay periods. It might, maybe, buy enough gas for another week of commutes to the campus.

Damn it. I’m ready to go to the barricades. Americans of good will need to riot in front of the offices of these crazy Republicans. We need to march on Washington. We need to stage sit-ins at every Republican senator and congressman’s office in the nation!

If those SOBs manage to cut off Social Security—which is exactly what they want to do—I will have to double my drawdown from savings, and that will just barely cover my living expenses. It will not cover the payments on the house that Zillow now says is worth $120,000 less than we’re paying for it. Doubling my drawdown will exceed the 4% recommended drawdown, by a long shot. My savings will not last the rest of my lifetime. Before I’m carted off to the nursing home, I will be flat broke and living on welfare—assuming the Republicans haven’t managed to get rid of that, too, as they wish they could. There will be nothing to leave to my son.

Most Americans have far less in retirement savings than I do. As retirees, they don’t have any extra money to draw down. Large numbers of formerly middle-class baby boomers will be left destitute long before it’s time for them to shuffle off this mortal coil. Because they will have no financial capital to pass to the next generation, their children will fall out of the middle class—assuming any of them are still there by the time their parents die.

We will not be left that way through any doing of our own—outside the coastal cities, most people simply do not earn enough to set aside upwards of a million dollars for retirement. And we will not be left that way through any misdoing of the average man and  woman on the street, the ones who go to work and pay their bills and raise their kids in the time-honored American way. We will be left that way by a strategy to slash this country’s revenues by cutting taxes on the wealthy and on corporations that can easily afford to pay their share, by a decision to plunge our country into a ruinous war on the strength of a lie, by a bat-brained policy to deregulate the financial industry (and everything else that can be allowed to run loose across the land like so many wound-up mechanical rats), and by a nit-witted policy to resist raising taxes to fund the war built on a lie.

Something wicked this way comes, my friends. Matter of fact, it’s already here. It’s come for us, and it’s come for our kids.

Image: William Rimmer, Scene from Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I (witches conjuring an apparition). Public Domain.

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Power lines

OMG! Who would ever think it possible for a person to be thrilled by a power bill? The electric bill just arrived in the mail: only $187.04!!!!!!!

In freaking JULY! It defies belief!

I’m budgeted for $225 in the summer months. Last July the bill was $176.63, but that was with the old unit cranked up to 82 during the day and 78 at night. It was very, very uncomfortable in the house. Some of my friends refused to come into the house at all last summer, not wanting to be invited to sit and stay awhile.

This summer, having a few more dollah to spare, I’ve run it at an unheard-of 76 during the night and kept it at 80 in the daytime hours. While 80 is a little warm when you’re in an enclosed space, the new AC unit has kept the house relatively comfortable. And it has exactly reversed the relative comfort zones that characterized the old unit. The decrepit Goettl kept the front part of the house fairly comfortable but left the bedrooms roasting hot. This Goodman unit, set at 80, keeps the bedrooms at around 81 and lets the kitchen and family room slide up to a cozy 84. Since I’d rather be cool enough at night to have a shot at sleeping than end up lying on the living-room tiles trying to get a few z’s, the new arrangement is just fine by me.

For the bill to go up just 11 dollars is pretty amazing, especially considering that the power company raised the rates by 4.9 percent. I expected to see a $300 tab, which is exactly what I would’ve had if I’d tried pushing the thermostat down to 76 with the old machine. Since $176.63 + 4.9% = $185.28, what it means is that the new unit’s improved efficiency is allowing me to keep the house almost comfortable without a real increase in cost. If the hailstorm hadn’t brought me a new unit, free from heaven, I’d be sweltering all summer for the same amount I’m paying to ratchet it down to 76 at night.

Last August the bill was $239.08, so I expect we could see a $250 bill next month. But with this month’s bill coming in $38 under budget, I can afford it. 🙂

Image: High-voltage lines in Washington State. Jeffrey G. Katz. Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.

The Bottomless Job Application

Spent something over half the day filling out a job application: Scottsdale Community College is advertising a one-year-only full-time position in its English, Languages, and Journalism department.

These OYO positions often morph into permanent tenure-track jobs, or so I’m told. One way or the other, I could do with a full-time salary, even if it’s just for a year. Sixty-five or seventy grand would go a long way toward recovery from the layoff.

Things are getting better, although “better” is a tenuous state of affairs. Just now I have about $210 to live on for the rest of the month, and the rest of the month is a LONG time.

So I suppose it was worth starting at 10 a.m. and plodding through to 6:00 p.m. filling out forms, revamping the endless CV, and writing an intricate cover letter. The applications for these jobs are true monsters, page after page after page of tedious forms…not the least is the one where they ask you to list

every…

single…

college…

course…

you’ve…

ever…

taken…

from…

the…

first…

semester…

of…

your…

freshman…

year…

until…

the…

day…

you…

filed…

your…

Ph.D….

dissertation……  GAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Fortunately, I had a copy of the very list, which I’d had to compile to apply for the munificent $2,400/semester courses an adjunct gets to teach. But even with pasting it into the application, getting all that stuff together and crafting what I hope is a convincing letter seemed to take forever.

Why they ask you to duplicate an application you already have on file with the District escapes me. But if that’s what they want, that’s what they’ll get. It’s so unlikely that they’re going to hire a 66-year-old woman into their plum job as to make spending time on this project downright ludicrous. On the other hand, any chance at all makes it worth an effort.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

 

Chase Bank Credit Card Frolic

My little S-corporation has its own Chase Bank credit card, issued through the credit union. Well: make that “had.” Honestly, I don’t know why state agencies and credit unions do business with Chase: what a nuisance it is to deal with those huge, faceless banks. Chase has let my corporate credit card expire: no sign of a new card, no word from the bank…just notices from vendors who get paid by the card that they’re going to quit providing their various products and services because the card expires this month.

So yesterday I gathered all my psychological reserve of patience and plunged into Chase’s telephone punch-a-button maze. After a lengthy, aggravating wait spent listening to advertising pumped into my ear, a 20ish-sounding CSR got on the phone. Jumped through hoop after hoop after hoop with her, delivering every personal piece of identifying data the bank’s telephone script-writers could dream up, and then, just as I was opening my mouth to ask why they haven’t renewed the card, she says, “The information you’ve given doesn’t match the information we have.”

Oh shit. I forgot: When they ask “What is your date of birth,” they mean “What date was your company incorporated.”

So I say, “Hang on, I’ll have to get into my file and pull out the incorporation papers.”

“No,” says she, “Once I’ve entered your answers, I can’t enter any other answer.”

Say what?

You don’t get a second chance, if you’ve made a mistake in saying who and what you are. Just to get to the point where I would have the privilege of asking my question, now I have to waste another 15 minutes plodding through their FLICKING PUNCH-A-BUTTON MAZE AGAIN!

I just about went ballistic.

“All right, then,” said I. “Let’s just cancel the card.”

Of course, there was nothing she could do in that direction, either, because according to her records, the card was issued to a person who is two years old. And that, obviously, wasn’t me.

What excuse is there to treat customers like that?

So, I called the New York Times, which extracts its monthly subscription fee through that card, and switched them to American Express.

Then wrote to the customer disservice address on the Chase bill and told them to cancel the card (and yes, I do know that’s a hit on the corporation’s credit report, and I don’t care!!!!). Next, wrote a dear-sir-you-cur to the president of the credit union, enclosing the rant to Chase detailing what happened and suggesting the credit union might want to deal with some other rapacious organization:

Sam Wheeler
Chairman
Arizona State Credit Union
2355 W. Pinnacle Peak Rd.
Phoenix, AZ 85027

Dear Mr. Wheeler:

I’m canceling my corporate credit card, which is associated with my business account at the credit union, for the reasons described in the attached letter.

This is the second extremely annoying runaround I’ve had from Chase. Prior experience shows the customer service representatives and management at the credit union are helpless to intervene with Chase, so I have not bothered them this time.

You know, Mr. Wheeler, the reason I do business with a credit union is specifically so that I will not have to do business with despotic monoliths like Chase Bank.

I will find another credit-card vendor for The Copyeditor’s Desk. Since my credit is sterling, I expect no problem will arise. But I would suggest that the credit union has a problem: it’s called “Chase.” You might want to consider finding a better organization with which to ally the credit union, one that will not jack members around.

Thank you for your consideration.

Sincerely, (etc.)

And finally, speaking of outfits that call its customers “members,” it was off to Costco, where I learned to my delight that even though I have the low-rent business membership, Costco will indeed issue a second American Express card to me, set up in the name of my business.

Even though, as Free Money Finance recently noted, Costco’s AMEX card is cutting its benefits, it still provides a substantial kickback on the kinds of purchases I usually make. Most of what I purchase on the S-corp’s card is office supplies, and what AMEX is cutting is the 3 percent kickback on restaurant meals. IMHO, a 1 percent difference on something I rarely buy is hardly worth canceling a card with a company that does provide pretty fair customer service.

Costco’s AMEX card kicks back 3 percent on gasoline, which, when combined with Costco’s low prices, is pretty respectable. The Costco near me consistently provides the lowest prices within reasonable driving distance, and AMEX is the only credit card their pumps will take. Although some cards will give you 5 percent back, they also are issued by despotic monoliths. I’d rather deal with just one monolith, thank you.

In the near future, I’ll be charging about $3,000 in computer equipment on this new American Express card. So, at 2 percent, that will generate a $60 rebate, right out of the hustings.

Chase owes The Copyeditor’s Desk a few pennies in customer reward kickbacks. Unlike AMEX, they don’t just send you a check.  You have to screw around and jump through hoops to get it. I’ve never bothered, since it’s loose change. No doubt I’ll never see that money. Such as it was.

 

The Wages of Weak Education

Lordie! Have you seen Free Money Finance’s gasp of astonishment at the latest revelation of Americans’ stunning ignorance of things financial?

Really, it’s just a hint: three surprisingly simple questions that require one to think logically, in a very vague way, about interest, inflation, and investing. Only 30 percent of 1,488 adults could answer all three “duh!” questions correctly, and less than half could answer the two that addressed interest and inflation. Amazingly, only half could say whether ’tis better to have all your financial eggs in one basket or to diversify a bit.

FMF concludes, as do a large number of his commenters, that the nation needs “a big dose of financial education.”

Probably so.

Some of FMF’s readers think the 70 percent of survey respondents were “stupid,” no “smarter than a fifth-grader,” and “the ‘greater fools’ that allow bubbles to happen.”

Now that, I doubt. The community college students I teach are exactly the sorts who would get these answers wrong: people whose K-12 training left something to be desired, or folks for whom academics weren’t a top priority until they realized they need a degree to get a decently paying job. They may not be well educated, but neither are they stupid. Many are very smart, indeed.

This very morning I spoke with a young man and one just verging on middle age, as we stood in the hall waiting for our classroom to clear out. The subject of debt, savings, and the cost of living came up. As they spoke, it became clear that neither man could even conceive of ever earning enough to have something to put aside for the future. The reason that’s so is not that they’re stupid or “greater fools,” but that they’re undereducated.

When almost half of some 1,500 adults can’t tell that $100 invested at 2 percent a year would amount to more than $102 after five years, the problem is that they can’t do the most basic arithmetic. It means something like half of Americans don’t understand decimal fractions or simple multiplication.

There’s stupidity at work, all right. But it’s not among the current generations. The stupidity is on the part of leadership that hasn’t been competent to build and maintain a decent public school system. This is a direct cause of the naïveté that led American consumers to be gulled into buying suspect and downright bogus financial instruments, the very instruments that led to the late crash and the present endless recession. And frankly, if what’s going on in my state is any indication, I don’t see an end of stupidity in sight.