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| 12.24.05 (10:53 am) [edit] |
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Yesterday started off being frustrating. HAve I written about how I had to be inconvinienced for my bank's stupid mistake? No. On Friday I bought some temporary checks from my bank; 3 checks, $3. I go to school and put a check for my tuition in a drop box. The new girl at the bank put down that I gave them $300 instead of $3. This meant that the checks that I posessed were no good and I needed to get new ones and replace the one I wrote. On Monday, I get the new checks, give them the two I had yet to write, go to school and get the old check back, and write a new one. As I am driving to Granite Bay, the bank calls and says, "If you got the old check, you need to bring it in." (Which would have been handy information while I was standing there earlier that day). So I finally get back from Granite Bay, go to the bank, tell them, "You said I need to bring in this check" and they pass me off onto someone who's new to the temporary check game. After I explain to her my story, she sees that a check with the same number as the voided one I held in my hand (which unfortunately had franking on the back adding to the confusion). One might think if one were to replace checks they would allieviate confusion by giving them new numbers, but that's just me. She makes some phone calls, finds out the cashed check was the newer one and says I can destroy the old. This could have been done from Granite Bay and saved a lot of time, but that's just me, again. So that's over with. Finally got new mail keys that came with a $50 slap on the wrist. (Also frustrating). But there was good stuff in the mail; several Christmas cards, including one from Jeremy's mom with a check in it. A few months ago, I wrote to a bunch of stop-motion animators asking for advice. One of them wrote me back. He wrote a very detailed letter with lots of good advice, and sent an 11X17 poster, which he signed with the dog from Corpse Bride on it:  So that was fun. Another frustration: Yesterday morning when I turned on my kitchen light I also turned on my garbage disposal in which there was a spoon. After I turned of the disposal and dislodged the spoon, the garbage disposal no longer worked. Great. Frustration number...whatever I hate my mom sometimes, (nothing new to any of the frequent readers). First off, Jeremy is so hard to buy for, but I thought of something his mom said he would really like (obviously, I can't say it here). The other thing I wanted to get him the stupid place where they sell it decided not to order anything new before the holidy so I couldn't find it. Anyway, told my mom to get the one thing, she somehow got confused and thought I wanted it for a present for myself and when I was explaining it to her (again, it seems) she said, "Oh, is that all you're getting him? I thought you wanted to get him something more special." What a bitch! And there is something else I could say to that, but I can't because Jeremy reads this. Now, I'm second-guessing, knowing that if I didn't have any ideas before Christmas, I'm not at the last minute. And I hate her so much for saying that. It is so hot where I work. I feel like I'm panting, and people say, "Are you tired?" and I say, "No, just hot" to which they concur. Jeremy has off today. Lucky bastard. But at least I get to miss church. And at least it doesn't look like I close alone. The mall or somebody conviniently provided a short bus service throughout the holidays so employees don't have to drive around for hours on end looking for spots. Except the bus company decided that they would rather be home with their families or something on Christmas Eve, and is not running bus service on one of the days it will for sure be busy as all hell. Smaaaaart! It's Light Rail for me. Something is wrong with me. I used to sleep till 9, or 9:30; 10:00 was late for me. Now it's more like 11:30 is average. Current Mood:  none
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