argh
This afternoon I managed, after several HOURS of phone tag, being hung up on and mis-transferred, to get a hold of the tax redemption office. And...they are as clueless as I am as to why there's been so many fuck-ups regarding my taxes. As far as we can tell this current mess appears to be the fault of some inattentive desk jockey in the record room who didn't bother to look at my account or ask anyone before firing back my checks with that stupid UNSIGNED form letter. They are going to receipt my payment for February and waive the $9.16, with profuse apologies and reassurances that this will be absolutely no problem at all. I didn't even have to be stern.
Since I no longer wholly trust the post office OR the county clerk now, I've mailed the checks to my stepdad, who will run them to the redemption office in person, and speak ONLY to the people I've talked to.
VERBOSE COMPLAINT ADDRESSED DIRECTLY TO COUNTY COMMISSIONER: Check
(including how helpful and polite the redemption officers were in spite of my histrionics): Check
COPIES OF RETURNED ENVELOPE AND COUNTY LETTER: Check
WEST VIRGINIA I AM SICK OF YOUR SHIT AND I WILL TELL YOU ABOUT IT TO YOUR STUPID FACE
Since I no longer wholly trust the post office OR the county clerk now, I've mailed the checks to my stepdad, who will run them to the redemption office in person, and speak ONLY to the people I've talked to.
VERBOSE COMPLAINT ADDRESSED DIRECTLY TO COUNTY COMMISSIONER: Check
(including how helpful and polite the redemption officers were in spite of my histrionics): Check
COPIES OF RETURNED ENVELOPE AND COUNTY LETTER: Check
WEST VIRGINIA I AM SICK OF YOUR SHIT AND I WILL TELL YOU ABOUT IT TO YOUR STUPID FACE