Dadzilla on Social Security (part 2)
The Government is Still No Friend of Dadzilla
- Various correspondences and paperwork with
signatures are shuttled back and forth via postal service. Oh, just
think: you'll be able to get a business going or start whatever it
is you wanted to do and stop struggling. So says Dadzilla. After a
couple of months of this paperwork boomeranging, I get the
all-too-familiar “denied” form letter. Oh, groovy. As if
that's a shock. Normally, the law office would help in the appeal
process, but they misunderstood. It seems I am now short work
credits, and nothing can be done in my case. Wunderbar.
- Dadzilla is livid. “What d'ya mean? I
should have known. No one in this goddamn state is any good!
Crooked politicians and crooked lawyers!” And I get to listen to
him blow his top for the next 5 or 10 minutes. Then again, a red
light makes him blow his top. Lucky me.
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- A few weeks go by, and all is quiet on the
Dadzilla front. That is, til one day “You can still get money,
you know. From Social Security. I know because I went through this
before.” Right. As if I've forgotten that argument. Like he
hasn't harped on it any chance he got. Like anyone in the entire
complex doesn't now know the story. Maddening. “But Dad, they
denied me because some of my work credits have expired. Nothing can
be done.” “Don't give me that, goddamn it! I just told you:
I've been through this before! I'm not just saying it for the sake
of saying it! I went through it!” I lose control of my mouth as
I grab my coffee and head for my room. “You never listen. I hate
even coming out here.” Once in my room, there's silence, then a
slam of the outside door. The jury is still out on this debacle.
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- <Dadzilla Social Security pt 1> <cont'd in future post>
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