Wednesday, February 27, 2013

And they wonder how things go missing

So here's the thing. I am in charge of every piece of paperwork for the whole entire family. I file bank statements, I keep track of golf club payments, I deposit dividend cheques and all the little bits in between. Doctor's appointments, driving miss daisy, credit card statements...etc, etc, etc.
When we renovated the house, I was the liaison between my mom, my dad and the damn foreperson who kept going over my head and dealing with my dad who was in another country. We have moved into our new home and half our stuff is still in the old apartment because the new house is only semi furnished. My father insists on keeping things minimalist, even though he has hung onto bank statements from 30 years ago! I kid you not. Three months ago, he went through this mountain of papers and hands over piles of statements to be disposed of. Of course, he is also paranoid enough to want me to first get a shredder to shred the statements. Yes, I haven't gotten around to it. So last week, he asks me, where are the old statements? I need to check something. You haven't gotten rid of them have you? OH DEAR GOD!
So now, living in a semi furnished house that doesn't have enough storage, having to go back and forth between the house and the apartment, I have lost the bank passbooks!
I have a nagging feeling that I gave it to my father the last time he was here and he's left them in Germany. So tell me, is this my fault?
It feels like it is. I feel like I should have been on top of it. I am known for my awesome memory and I can't bloody remember where these important documents have gone. My brother has been overseas for the longest time and his bank account has gone dormant. No one is bothered to revive it, or even get the money out. I have been hanging on to these things and now, in the move, they've gone bloody missing! What the fuck?
Just me!