My father managed to do something helpful for once (in the pursuit of money, of course, but that's to be expected). I had a job I did for a few weeks last summer, and I never got paid. Fast forward to the last few weeks, I start making inquiries and discover to my immense unhappiness that they said I never showed up; came in for the unpaid training and never returned. I went in person to ask about it, and all I got was "We have no payment records of you working." Negotiating a bit, I get a few hundred in movie tickets.
Enter my father. Everyone at the company said "You didn't work for us, We have no records." The man somehow hunted through the bureaucracy for the one guy who would follow up that sentence with "Do you have any proof that your son worked there?" The guy my father found makes a call, finds everyone there still remembers me, and suddenly "We have no records, you never showed up." becomes "We have no records, I'll go find out what where they went and get you your money." I ask my father how he does it, he just says "Confidence."
And that medical research thing I volunteered for two weeks ago gave me sixty dollars today for my troubles, so even if they decide for whatever reason to not call me back I'll at least be sixty dollars richer. On a directly related note, I finally have my meds again, so I feel sane and can actually work on things. On an even more closely-related-to-the-previous note, I'll finally finish this last essay and get my incomplete handed in today; it will be a few hours late, and it will be much less than it could be given more time, but it'll be done! (Note the time where I live when this was posted - This is my break). Finally I will be able to remember what it is like to not have work hanging over me during the summer. And I have another appointment with my psychiatrist today.
So many crises finally over. It feels like a Christmas freaking miracle. Now if only I could stop celebrating long enough to actually finish this.