Okay, so today wasn’t much of a vacation, and I’m pretty annoyed about it.
I went to the Bank this morning, so that I could find out why I still have not received a new ATM card after waiting over a month following a report that it had been lost. My temporary ATM card suddenly stopped working (I imagine it’s not SUPPOSED to be needed longer than a month) so I was anxious to get in to see someone during the precious limited banking hours on Saturday. I really needed a debit card because I don’t have a credit card and I needed to pay my cell phone bill, as my cell phone had just been disconnected since I had forgotten to pay during my month of crazy-work-ness and then had had to wait for pay day to have the funds to even consider it. Long wait and meetings with two people later, I left with a new Temporary Card, an assurance that a new New Card will arrive soon, and the card number and expiration date so I could pay some bills.
So, THEN, I spent about an hour trying to get the phone turned back on, making acquaintance with some of the Worst Customer Service Representatives Ever– and discovered that apparently a credit card number and expiration date isn’t enough anymore, they wouldn’t accept my payment without the security number on the back. So I had to go to an actual Cell Phone STORE, twenty minutes away, where they charged me an extra $7, plus TAX (?!), for the right to pay my bill in cash.
So. That was fun. Then I realized that my overnighter yesterday meant that I had accidentally went a couple days without my Drugs, which explains my sudden feelings of hopelessness, and, somewhat more pressingly, a variety of digestive inconveniences. I’m still on the fence as to whether I think the new Drug is any better than the old Drug I was on, but the withdrawal symptoms when I’m off it (cold turkey anyway) definitely leave a lot to be desired.
By the time I’d finished with all that it was a bit late in the day for my plans to trek out to NY, or even to hang out with some friend’s at their garage sale, which by then was nearly over. I called some other friends to see if they wanted to go swimming tonight but they were busy with a big renovating project.
That’s all left me most of the rest of the day with a cloudy mood, just enough energy to obsess over last night’s non-event romantically, a Friend who hasn’t called back, and the various things I wish I were different in my life right now– but not quite enough energy to do much around my apartment or get some exercise. So. I bought a calendar to make myself feel better. I know. I’m such a nerd. And filling in stuff on a calendar is TECHNICALLY work, which means I’m beating myself up for THAT too.
Sorry. It’s a whining kind of day. I’ll get better. On the upside, I do think I’ve gotten a good deal of sleep this week and its nice not to be fighting that kind of exhaustion for now. AND my dad sent me a picture of BestNieceEver in which she is actually smiling at the camera, the first of its kind. She can melt any rocky mood…