Argh my stupid STUPID
bank!
(pant, pant)
Okay, I had today off from work. Mmm. I slept a lot. I woke up at exactly 6:13, which is when my alarm normally goes off. Silly physiology, trix is for rabbis. Satisfied the cat god, slept some more, ate some chickpea stir-fry, it was all good. Go to deposit my paycheque. Hey, weird, I have like, $100 more than I think I should. Who can complain? Go watch a movie - Being John Malkovich - extremely excellent. Boyfriend seems to have disappeared in to outer space (poor hax0r, lost in space..) instead of movie theatre, so I don't stay for The Matrix. Come home, check out my bank's online account thinger. AHH! You WHAT? You BOUNCED my cheques? I have over-draft protection, fuckers! I have fucking eight hundred fucking dollars in my account and you can't settle cheques for ONE hundred dollars? And I get to pay forty dollars for the PLEASURE? AHHGDHSGGF
Now, to be fair, my bank is excellent. They're community based, their internet banking is excellent, they're committed to social responsibility, they partner with charities, they're just the greenest (in a good way) bank in town. But AGGHHHHHHH I hate having random mis-entering of data work against me. I work as a mutual fund administrator, you'd think I'd understand that mis-keying just plain happens sometimes, but aghhhh it hurts. Sigh. People are so uptight about money, myself included.
So, the customer service girl (that's another nice thing - 24 hour phone line for account help) tells me that their system says I (a) have no overdraft protection, (b) am an undergraduate, and (c) am unemployed. Great. My bank account has apparently been having out of body experiences as a comp sci student with poor credit. aHJGFGADFILSHAHSKGHFSF,DHGKJKGHWEKFGHFHGKG
Fortunately, my dad the co-signer on the account, is in my corner and we'll go get it reversed in the morning. But BLAHEHHCC.
I bought a bag of discounted vegetables from the safeway today, and some ranch dip. The veggies were stale and the dip was gross. I don't know why I bought more vegetables. I have like, 8 heads of organic broccoli and 3 bags of organic carrots and zillions of oranges and potatoes and celery and snap peas at home, which I'll never be able to eat before they go bad. I feel like I've been going in reverse all day.
But yesterday kicked ass. I joined the choir at the unitarian church (unitarian, not united. non-creedal, not christian.), the Chalice choir, and went to a practice for the first time. It was rad. one of the old choir ladies went to my high school in like the 30s and was chatting me up about it. The music was lovely. The director is such a wonderful, warm, motherly woman. Everyone was laughing. It was a good scene. I came home bubbling and sang to my cat until midnight. Everything balances out. Tomorrow will be just fine. juuusssst fine. Pretty please?
Update: We kicked their ass, and now my bank is going to send money to the folks who got the cheques returned, AND a letter of apology. Woop! Now I'm off to the dutch pannekoek house to celebrate with my hax0r, who was rescued from outer space.