A Happier Monday Next Week

It'll be a wild week next week between the check thief and the monster having court appearances.  I'm curious to see if the monster shows up or if he has to have a bench warrant for his arrest.  They can both get up to six years in jail.  I wish the maximum for both, especially the monster knowing all the money he stole.

We figured we were paying an extra $600 a year with him stealing from us in electricity. He has doing something because our bill has gone down significantly in terms of kilowatt usage.  Considering I paid $1200 a year deductible for my medical and then about $140 a month until I got to my $2400 max, that $600 could have helped me.  He crippled me financially at the lowest time in my life.  Six years is not long enough for what he did to us.  I'll take any jail time for him because that's where he belongs.

And the check thief?  Well I hope she gets what she deserves.  She caused a lot of stress and angst between getting new checking accounts set up, working with social security to get my mom's check straightened out to deposit into the right account.  Then I accidentally put my checking account information when I got her set up.  She caused such a nightmare of problems.

It's taken my mind off the news and has given me a little bit of hope that people get what they deserve.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  



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