The hell with it all!

Where to start.

Oh, I know…at the beginning.

Well fuck y’all, I’m not starting there because that would mean I have to go back 20 years…and I really don’t think you want to read that much.

Let’s just say, it’s been one of those weeks. Nothing’s gone right…except for the normal ‘being alive’ thing. Everythings gone wrong…except the world’s spinning, continuously bring fouth new days…can’t it stop?! If only for five minutes?

The thing that has made me want to blog this, had just nearly an hour ago, had me yelling like Linguini from Ratatouille when Remmy bit him. Only, this was no mouse. This, my friends, was the outcome of my bank, and one of it’s neighbors.

Let’s take it back to Thursday, payday. I have direct deposit, and as such, I am used to recieving my paycheck on Thursday midnight going into Friday. Ironically, this was going to be the paycheck that I’d start setting aside money for my Chicago trip coming up in a month….exactly two paydays away.

Since I am a night owl and cannot get up in time to catch an actuall person teller (trust me, I’ve tried, no good), so I have become really close friends with an Automated Teller Machine, otherwise known as….ATM.

I took a trip to this faithful money giver of mine firstly, to pull out rent money. After recurving that part, I went to check my balance to figure how much to pull out to put away for Chicago, whilst leaving me enough money for my lunches and wystones until next pay day, and my phone bill.

However…

I barely had enough to buy a carton of cigarettes!

I was stuck wondering where my money was.

Lo and behold, I remembered it was Memorial day just that week. Things were pushed a day behind. Then again, shouldn’t direct deposit still have come on that day? Doesn’t direct deposit mean that the paycheck is automatically put into your account, while everyone else has to wait for their paycheck?

Letting it slide, I waited a day, and voilà! It was in there by Friday’s midnight.

Rubbing my hands ever so gleefully together, I attempted to pull out the money I wanted to set aside.

Denied.

Their ATM was having technical difficulties.

…

Sunday, I let it go, dreaming of an obese guy, plummer like, bent over the inside of that machine and fixing it up new.

Monday came and I went over after work.

…still having technical difficulties.

Today, during the last hour of work, I went over…STILL not working. So I pulled off my account balance.

Deciding to get smart, I hurried over to the bank across the street, US Bank. My card went in, I entered my code and amount to take out ($300.00), and sat patiently as it bleeped and blooped.

Suddenly, it sounded some kind of alarm. I stood there for two minutes, acting like Linguini. Quietly of course, as it was 2 in the morning and I didn’t want to wake up all of Belmar, though I gladly would have.

Two minutes passed. I smacked the machine, pressed buttons, glaring into the hidden camera. It asked me if I would like a reciept and spat my card back out.

I still didn’t have my money.

I began my walk back over to my bank where I was going to pull up my account balance and see if US Bank had taken the 300 out of my account.

On my way, I pulled up Twitter and twitted FML (fuck my life) over and over again for the whole 130 characters.

Checking my balance confirmed it.

The US son-of-a-bitch Bank took 300 dollars out of my account, but didn’t give over my money.

I cursed all the way back to the office, called the US son-of-a-bitch Bank 24 hour customer service number and explained my delima.

The lady told me to call my bank and have them sort it out, deferr it or whatever the word was she used.

I called my bank. Told them who I was. They know who I am, because less than a year ago, I had to battle them just to get a debit card.

I am now waiting ever so patiently (it’s running really thin) for a call back from them.

Oh, but that’s not all.

No sir.

Had to spend 2 months with a hurt toe when all the dr, nurse, specialist and therapist had to do was give me a fucking shot in it. I could have been back to normal in a week! Noooooooo. They had me go on for 2 FUCKING MONTHS before they came to that conclusion.

And, now my iPod is fucking screwed up. It shuts down before I can even pull it up. The guy at the AT&T store said he’d never seen something like that. Go fucking figure. If I only had a nickel for every time someone told me that…

Dad yells at me if I keep the laundry in the washer because I fell asleep, giving me bullshit that it’s gonna mold and smell bad. Heaven forbid I forget it in the dryer when I go to work…especially when I couldn’t walk because of my toe! Mom leaves her clothes in the washer for 4 fucking days and can because ‘they pay the bills.’ …then don’t go bitching to me because my room is messy! I’m waiting for my fucking turn to wash my clothes, without botching at the two of them to get their clothes out of the washer!

I treat myself to a somewhat expensive gift every now and again, but it’s always paid in full and something I can afford, yet dad bitches about my spending money I don’t have, then goes off talking about buying a new car…hell, just this past week he said he could afford to have another child! I know for a fact he can’t. Why? Because he’s always complaining about not having enough.

My right ear’s clogging up when I sleep, to the point I am litteraly deaf until I tug at it a few times. Lord only knows how much the doctor will charge for an ear cleaning.

I bought shampoo and conditioner that is likely to have nair in it…had to waste two full bottles and buy some more.

And don’t even get me started on the people I work with!

<3,
Xoxo

June 3, 2009. Tags: atm, bank, day, depression, fuck, hell, life, money, my, pay, recession, saving, trouble, Work. Life (and it's baggage). 2 comments.