We bought our home two years ago this August. In January, 2009 we received a supplemental tax bill from the county assessor’s office. I called our mortgage company and asked if this was something they took care of or me. The person I spoke with at the time said they could take care of that, no problem. I even vaguely recall faxing them a copy of the tax bill. Here we are a year and a half later and I have a delinquency notice from the county assessor’s office. Was the person I spoke with on the phone incompetent or did I merely dream the entire conversation and treat it as reality? Well, that second option has never happened but the facts are a) there’s no way of proving either, and b) I owe two grand to the county.
Three years ago this news would have caused a full-blown hategasm, instead of what I’m currently feeling, which is frustrated resignation. Intellectually, I recognize this as an improvement in how I deal with shitty news, but on a more visceral level, it just feels like impotency.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, fuck maturity, childish anger is so much more gratifying.