Mistaken identity and dreams

I just talked to Coco on the phone, and now I'm all smiley and happy. I love that girl. Even though she called me a name for not calling her earlier this week, thusly making her think that I was still in Kansas City.

*huge grin*

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Did I tell you about the dead person who wasn't really dead? It's a funny story. (A WORK story that doesn't involve BITCHING!! How weird is that?)

Okay, so one day a few weeks ago we got a call from one of the fund companies informing us that our client, Dorothy ********, had died. So, we did the usual procedure: date of death printouts (statements - MY job!), got the beneficiaries figured out, got the death file done, and then gave the file to The Big Kahuna so he could call the widower to offer his condolences.

He calls the widower, says he's sorry about his wife, and apparently the guy didn't hear him, because then he says, "Dorothy and I would like to come in next week after her hair appointment to discuss our accounts."

My boss thinks, "Jeez, that's some serious denial!"

Come to find out, the fund company told us it was the WRONG WOMAN. Apparently there were two Dorothy ******'s, but they had different middle initials. It was the other one. Oops!

So the woman-who-was-not-dead and her husband came in for their appointment this week, and I guess the Big Kahuna told them the whole story. Hee! How funny is that?

I thought, "Well, jeez, if everyone thinks she's dead, maybe she wouldn't have to pay taxes."

I'll all about screwing over The Man, if you couldn't tell.

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Last night, my dreams involved kittens who would open their mouths and have snakes jump out. They sank their fangs into me more times than I can count. Yikes!

Now, I'm no dream analyst, but I'm pretty sure my subconscious is warning me to watch out for someone who is not what they seem. I wonder who it is?

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Update: I got my Russian exam back. ICK. That's all I'll say.