Didn’t go totally good, either. Wing and I did a mad dash to get all our errands and shopping done, because he was going to take his mom out shopping again.
From what he told me, she started in with her routine about how horrible things are for her. And when the subject of her depression and anxiety that was clear as the high noon sun to the highly trained assessor. She, of course, dismissed the findings. “She was ONLY an assessor, what would she know.” Gee, maybe because she trained for this job, studied for years, and knows when a stubborn, depressed senior citizen who refuses to see the forest for the trees.
The corker was she bald faced lied to him, and he has proof of it. She claimed she wasn’t offered the “Meals on Wheels” service. We have the email from the assessor were it clearly states An declined, claiming it was too expensive.
Oh, and she isn’t too happy with me, but here’s the damn I frankly don’t give a fuck about.