The Evil Bank I used to be with took almost all of the money I earned writing magazine articles the last time I got paid, so I went to the bank to cancel my account. They assured me it would be cancelled.
Then I got a notice that one of my bills was auto-paid from the same account. I sent them back an email to remind them that um, HELLO - I no longer have that account, thankyouverymuch. I didn't hear a thing back from them.
Today I went to a new bank to sign up and thought I had a check to deposit, but it wasn't in my purse. I looked high and low and finally all was well again. Smooth sailing, right? Whatever.
I went back out into the SNOW in OCTOBER (don't get me started) and took the check to the Good Bank, where I waited until the manager was finished with a meeting. While I was waiting, the power went off for a few seconds. This was just long enough so that she was not able to do much for me and now I am going to have to wait until Monday.
Wish me luck calling all of those to whom I owe money (utilities, mostly) and trying to explain this mess. The Good Bank manager said that paper checks would be the way to go on Monday, which would actually be quicker than any other method at this point. It beats not having utilities, so I guess I will have to go along with her plan and hope that this is not another Evil Bank in disguise.
Oh, and lest you think that I'm one of the Occupy Wall Street lemmings, I'm not. I just like being able to use my bank, and not the other way around.
While I'm at it, I might as well include the fact that one of my relatives scolded me for not wanting to shovel the snow. I hate shoveling, what can I say? Who can blame me? Apparently this relative, that's who. They topped it off by insinuating that I am immature for not wanting to shovel. This is someone who doesn't have to shovel and probably doesn't even OWN a shovel. Oh yes, that's exactly what I needed to hear. Not only do I feel stupid for losing the check, now I feel humiliated for having my own preference and opinion.
So, I'm out there shoveling and grumbling and basically hating my life for several key reasons (none of which involve my ex), when one of my neighbors sees me shoveling and grumbling and hating my life and apparently has compassion. "Don't hurt yourself!" They yell over. "I won't!" I reply, and for a moment, everything is a little bit better.
From that moment to this, I have simply stayed home and tried to avoid anything else that might go wrong or drive me up a wall. Maybe that way I can make the moment last.
