Drowning in Red Tape
Mar. 8th, 2010 04:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammarwomanI am officially tired of being a Responsible Adult. (Though considering how I've spent my afternoon, a completely irresponsible worker drone.) Pardon me whilst I whinge about my first-world problems...
Today I have had to research:
1. How to get the Emperor into kindergarten. You see, my enlightened town has this wonderful system called "Controlled Choice", which they claim "gives parents and guardians of all students the opportunity to apply for admission to a variety of elementary and middle schools, each with its own unique learning environment." It basically translates to, "Hey, sorry you specifically bought a house in a nice section of town so your kids could go to the good schools, because a random lottery will determine your pick, hopefully from one of the top 3 choices you indicated, but we make no guarantees." Oh, and the school board just announced that they've been forced to implement cutbacks in the teacher/support personnel population, so we'll be getting even LESS than we paid for. Thanks, Blago, for your stunning leadership and fiscal responsibility here in Illinois!
2. Online appraisals of my house and surrounding real estate, in preparation for getting our mortgage refinanced. The three sites I checked for our property had a range in estimated current values from a little over the original purchase price to twice that. Sure, I'd love for my home to have doubled in value, but somehow...I don't think that's what happened.
3. What outstanding charges we have left to claim against my medical flexible spending account. This includes glasses, prescriptions, my CPAP, and office visit copays. Of course, obtaining records of the smallest charges were easy, while getting copies of the big ones have met delay after delay. I was very happy that this was the Emperor's healthiest year on record (1 prescription and only a few office visits), but the trending from his earlier years threw my budget way out of whack. I really suck at guesstimating. Worst case scenario, I might be getting last-minute contacts and maybe even some dental work to try and use up the whole FSA by the end of the week. Oooo, or maybe I could get a his-and-hers visit to the chiropractor.
Bah. I hate paperwork. I haven't even touched the taxes yet.
Stupid Mondays.
Today I have had to research:
1. How to get the Emperor into kindergarten. You see, my enlightened town has this wonderful system called "Controlled Choice", which they claim "gives parents and guardians of all students the opportunity to apply for admission to a variety of elementary and middle schools, each with its own unique learning environment." It basically translates to, "Hey, sorry you specifically bought a house in a nice section of town so your kids could go to the good schools, because a random lottery will determine your pick, hopefully from one of the top 3 choices you indicated, but we make no guarantees." Oh, and the school board just announced that they've been forced to implement cutbacks in the teacher/support personnel population, so we'll be getting even LESS than we paid for. Thanks, Blago, for your stunning leadership and fiscal responsibility here in Illinois!
2. Online appraisals of my house and surrounding real estate, in preparation for getting our mortgage refinanced. The three sites I checked for our property had a range in estimated current values from a little over the original purchase price to twice that. Sure, I'd love for my home to have doubled in value, but somehow...I don't think that's what happened.
3. What outstanding charges we have left to claim against my medical flexible spending account. This includes glasses, prescriptions, my CPAP, and office visit copays. Of course, obtaining records of the smallest charges were easy, while getting copies of the big ones have met delay after delay. I was very happy that this was the Emperor's healthiest year on record (1 prescription and only a few office visits), but the trending from his earlier years threw my budget way out of whack. I really suck at guesstimating. Worst case scenario, I might be getting last-minute contacts and maybe even some dental work to try and use up the whole FSA by the end of the week. Oooo, or maybe I could get a his-and-hers visit to the chiropractor.
Bah. I hate paperwork. I haven't even touched the taxes yet.
Stupid Mondays.
