After snoozing my alarm six times, I managed to amputate myself from the bed and get ready, and have enough time to spare for a Starbucks run. My girl, Amy at Starbucks rings me up for the usual. I hand her my check card to pay, as per usual, but it doesn’t go thru. Amy tries a second time. Declined. Sigh. This is the third place I tried to use my card in the last two days and it did not work. Amy throws me a wink and tells me not to worry about it, she has me covered. A little embarrassed am I, but also happy seeing that my faithfulness to the Mecca of Starbucks has its rewards. Off to work with me. As I pull into the parking garage at the Fletch I roll down my window to swipe my card for entrance. I press the button to roll my window back up. It doesn’t move. It is stuck. All the way rolled down. Its thirty-eight degrees outside and raining. I mean, why wouldn’t it be? So I park. I lock my door as I exit, and then pause for a laugh. You know, locks on the doors really don’t do a damn thing when your window is open. Here’s to hoping no one steals the Pengmobil!
Tonya is out on vacation so I am to cover for her in her absence. I spend the morning running around like a three year old with a bad attitude. Sam and I make plans for lunch and I did not want a repeat of Starbucks, so I decide to give the bank a call to find out what the heck is going on with my card. They tell me that my card has been canceled, due to misuse. What does that even mean? They instruct me to go to my local branch to sort things out. So I cancel lunch plans and drive to bank instead, in my car, in the rain, with the window rolled down. I just decided to start waving at everyone who looked at me as if I was a fool. It was a bit comical. So I get to the bank and the gist of it is that, Penny got screwed. Someone hacked my account. Spent a lovely sum of nine-hundred dollars, and I am left with the mess. The bank will only remove over-draft charges for me. Thank you, Wells Fargo, for that which is very thoughtful of you. I am so glad I don’t have to pay a hundred and seventy-five dollars in fees and only the nine-hundred dollars that was stolen from me. I am especially pleased with the courteous call I received to tell me that my account was being closed. I may or may not be acting a little facetious… I suppose I could keep a closer account of my…account? Needless to say, I ended business with the Farg and I am open to any recommendations as to where to bank in the future. You know, when I actually have some money to put into a bank. Somewhere that will not drag me through bull shit would be ideal. I walk out with one hundred-fifty dollars to my name. Its ramen noodles and one-dollar menus for the duration of the next two weeks. I am soooo excited.
I decide I am hungry. At the present, I don’t care that it is going to make a dent into my measly fund. I resolve to drown my sorrows in Bueno. I order a combination burrito; add sour cream and chips and queso. Down to one hundred forty-four dollars. Awesome. I head back to work. I sit down to enjoy some much needed nourishment. All I have in my Bueno sack is a combination burrito, no sour cream, and no chips and queso. Shocking. I probably should have checked my order in the car before I drove off. Maybe I didn’t because I was being assaulted by Mother Nature thru my window. Other than all of that, it has been a rather glorious Friday! If anyone wants to hang out soon, I will be at home, watching every movie I own, eating mac and cheese. Come over at anytime. I will be there. Unless of course it is between the hours of 2a.m. and 4a.m. I will be selling my body for money on a dark street corner somewhere. Xoxo, Penny
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