Cash That Check, Boy

Today I'm going to write about my further trials and tribulations - travails, really - with the Large Financial Institutions who seem to hate me so very, very much, who seem to do things deliberately to me.  I'm going to do this to honor my friend Edrom because he seems to take such an out-sized pleasure in the way the financial universe is treating me, a pleasure so extreme that it would threaten to tear at the fabric of a long and dear friendship.

(Ed. Historical Note: {Ed. Note: I'm not sure how a normal note differs from a historical note but there you go}.  Many years ago a bank that Edrom was dealing with - and I'm somewhat fuzzy about the exact details but I think I do have the general jist of the story correct, and if I don't I'll just make up some shit like I usually do, and part of the problem here is that I'm sure I was only half listening to whatever it was he was complaining about at the time, which doesn't sound like an output of a lot of listening power, but trust me, 50% is almost unheard of - sent some of his money to someone who wasn't, in fact, him.  I don't recall if it was someone with the same name or if it went to someone with a completely different name.   A clumsy mistake, to be sure, but not horrific.  Correctable.  L'affaire took a sinister turn when this individual cashed the check.  Maybe he didn't pay any attention or maybe his intentions were evil and perverse - this we'll never know.  The point is that it took Edrom quite a bit of time to get his money back.  I don't think I thought it was funny at the time but I think it's funny now until I remember that I can't get my dad's . . . well, you get the point.

So three of my father's six accounts at the most evil of all of the evil institutions have been massaged into a stupor.  That leaves three in active convulsions, dancing a monetary St. Vitus Dance, if my math is correct.  Yesterday I received a letter showing that one of the accounts was closed and the money was transferred.  Somewhere.  I don't know where.  It was there and now it's gone.  There is an account number associated with the place where the money now rests but it doesn't show up in my account and it's gone from my dad's account.  Voila!  It's gone!

I call The Institution.

"I can't see the funds in my account," I said.

"Yes," the guy says.  "That's right.  It has been transferred into your account but it's in a different account that you can't see."

"I just said that," I pointed out.  I didn't throw gasoline on the fire by asking why this is so.  I've learned with these people to keep it as simple as possible.  He offered to mail me the form to fill out so that I could see the money or have it electronically transferred to Mars or to get a check. He could mail me a check right now! but it would go to my dad's address.  My dad doesn't live there any more for obvious reasons.  I was vaguely aware that GWPMO should have done this correctly the first time so I wouldn't have to do it again but that falls under the accelerant category.  

4 out of 6 done.  3 months later.