I can’t even begin to express how pissed I get when stupid stuff that can cause someone to end up out on the street happens. I was going through an old PenTeleData account I haven’t used for at least two years, discovering a request for a non-password protected document that was sent on May 19th by the Department of Community Affairs Housing Program Field Office. “Say What?”
I’ve given my new email address to the Housing Program via forms, email and probably over the phone once or twice, too, over the past two or three years I’ve been corresponding with them. “It’s frustrating!”
Add to my aggravation that I did ask during the earlier part of this week if there were any notices or problems I needed to be aware of and it just adds to the mix. I hate this. “No one will ever know just how much I hate this!”
I bend over backwards to follow through to the letter and it seems like a constant nightmare getting through the recertification process with the Rockaway Housing Program Field Office that keeps getting worse. But I’ve sent a new round of emails out to everyone involved and am hoping this can be straightened out by the end of the business day, Friday. “We shall see!”