Oh, no! It's that time again! How could a year go by so fast? Maybe I should ask Hick, heh, heh. Since he lost a whole year in a couple minutes.
Monday, I got a call from the secretary at our financial advisor's office. She's a very nice lady. But I did NOT want to talk to her. Of course I answered. Money is involved!
"Hello. Don't tell me it's already that time again! Time for me to come in and sit for an hour and write down that RMD amount, which every year I swear I won't lose, and then call you in February to ask about it for my taxes. It seems like we were just there a couple weeks ago!"
"I know! I feel like the Grim Reaper, making these calls. But it IS time for you and Hick to come in again to review your accounts. Do you have a calendar ready?"
"No. I don't have a calendar, but I have a pen and a piece of scrap paper."
"How about Wednesday? At 2:30?"
"That should be fine. I don't know if Hick has any appointments, but I'll check with him and let you know."
"If it's not convenient, just give me a call, and we'll reschedule."
"I will. I guess I'll have to see you Wednesday..."
Poor gal. It's not her fault that we have to be advised of our investments once a year, and given the opportunity to make adjustments. How can money be so NEEDY??? It just sits there, all imaginary, numbers floating around the invisible waves of the innernets. Then a picture of those numbers gets printed out, and also viewed on a monitor. I just trust that it's there, in about the same amounts, from year to year.
IT'S TORTURE! We could be done in five minutes. But no. I suppose we get billed by the hour. Take it! Take your fee! Just don't hold me hostage for the whole hour!
Our financial advisor retired a couple years ago. He and Hick used to spend the time talking about collectible beer memorabilia, and guns, and real estate. While I was bored out of my mind. Now his daughter has taken over his business. She and Hick talk about guns and real estate. How fair is THAT? How dare she have the same interests as Hick!
Anyhoo... I hope I don't slip into a coma. I'd hate to miss a day of sharing my exciting life with you.
You're lucky to HAVE investments!
ReplyDeleteNot so much luck, as two people working their whole lives, and going without expensive trips and material possessions, to put ourselves in our current situation!
DeleteTake a book and read it while they natter. Perhaps they will finish up sooner when they see you are bored.
ReplyDeleteI don't think that would affect them one bit! I did, however, use that tactic when buying a car. I made Hick stay home, and I took along my hardback of Stephen King's "The Stand," the uncut version. Every time the salesman said he had to go ask his manager for approval, I said, "Sure," and flipped open my book. I got a really good deal after about two hours of reading, heh, heh.
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