Clopen

The clopen is upon us.  I just got home from work and am returning to open the store tomorrow morning.  I don't mind it much.  I will have the nice opportunity to clean up my own mess, which is all we need every once in awhile.  

So I was filling out a bank form online today to move some moneys.  God.  Damn.  It.  I say "bank", but what I really mean is credit union...  And credit unions are supposed to be awesome.  And they usually are.  Not today.

I have multiple certs o' deposit with them under one account.  I want to bust one before its maturity date because, you know, I work retail.  So I'm filling out the online form and it asks something like:

Amount of payment:

1.  Full account?

2.  Specific amount?

To which both I would answer "no".  But two "no"s is a no-no in this case.  Can't do it.  I have to answer either-or, when neither apply.  I want one of multiple cds broken...  It's not the full account and it's not a specific amount because I don't know what the amount will be after all the penalties and taxes are considered.  

Shoot.  So I'm overthinking it.  I should just go with one or the other and then claim ignorance when the taxman comes with his forceps.  Everybody does it every day.  I literally had to ring up someone with the same transaction five times today because they kept forgetting things, even when I asked them about it.  Four times, the answers to my simple questions changed in midstream and we had to start all over.  And remember, I work at a store that caters to parents.  Of children.  Baby human children.