Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Tuesday’s Tale



I put the trash can out to the road on Tuesday morning. It had just started to lightly snow. I went back and got the trash bag that had the old, dead humidifier in it. Then I drove to work.

Vicky brought me in my dinner! Her Mom, Evy, sent it in with her. It’s called “pollo quisado y arroz con ganulez.” Rough translation: Rice and pigeon peas with chicken stew.

It was snowing harder at lunchtime. I went to Ten Yen and got the usual. It was excellent, but I was bummed with my fortune cookie. It was a repeat of a fortune I got a while back!

Then things went all to hell. I had opened another savings account at my bank and they asked me if I wanted a debit card for it. I said, “Sure.” Not so I could withdraw from it, but so I could easily deposit into it.

So, they sent me a letter, telling me my new pin number. But, I didn’t really pay attention to it and shredded it. A few days later, I got the card, telling me to use the pin number previously mailed at any ATM to activate the card. Damn!

So, last Saturday, when I was at the bank, I asked about getting a new number. They said I had to talk to somebody in the offices, but there were three people in front of me. As you now know, I was already late, so I passed.

Today, I went to another branch at 12:30 p.m. and talked to the manager. She said the lady who could help me was busy with some other customers, but it would be just a “few” minutes. So, I sat and waited… and waited… and waited.

Sidebar: I could hear the conversation between the bank officer and the two old folks at her desk. They were talking about CD options (and there are apparently a LOT of options).

Finally, at 1:15 p.m., I approached the manager again and asked if she could check and see how many more “few” minutes it might be as I was already late getting back from lunch. I’m sure she could tell I was p*ssed, so she said, “Well, one of our tellers can help you!”

Why in the hell didn’t she offer that 45 minutes ago?

So, after a few flubs, the teller got it right and I was good to go.

But my frustration lasted the entire afternoon. Everybody seemed to be talking too loud. Nobody was responding to my voicemails or emails and so on. So, I was cranky. I ticked off Courtney enough she called me a “pita.”

Sidebar: It was her mother’s shorthand for calling her a pain in the ass.

But, finally (thank God) it was five o’clock and I headed home. It had stopped snowing about 2:00 p.m., so it was smooth sailing.

I got in the trash can, shut the garage door and came inside. I treated the cat and turned on the news. I changed clothes and then got on with my night.

I put all the chairs back into the kitchen and put the dirty dishes from last night into the dishwasher.

Sidebar: I was listening to Ann Delise’s Essential Music on Sunday and heard an obscure song by an obscure musician, but I loved the one lyric:

“My memories stack up like dirty dishes in the sink.”

Damn! I wish I’d wrote that!!!

I listened to Governor Snyder’s state of the State speech. I really like him. I know, I know, he’s pissed off a lot of people (including old people like me!) but, if you want a businessman to take the lead, you have to expect that.

Been there, done that. You   have to make the hard decisions. I had to lay off or fire 62 people during my time as a Vice President/General Manager. Never easy. But, it was for the good of the corporation. So, I did it.

Sidebar: Yeah, I kept track.

I warmed up my dinner in the microwave and then checked the TV menu. I had no desire to watch the state of the Union speech, so I watched some taped TV instead.

Dinner was fantastic! I warmed up the rice and then the chicken, put them together and feasted! She had sent way too much, but I am ashamed to admit I ate it all. Thanks, again!

I switched to reading until bedtime.


4 comments:

  1. Going to the bank is like having to go to the DMV...it sucks!

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  2. OMG! Please don't remind me! I have to go back to the DMV. The bike's title is still screwed up!!!

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  3. What now? They still don't believe it's an '83?

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  4. Never got the new title. And when I bought the license tabs, the registration still said 1983. Emailed the Secretary of State Office and they said to bring everything back in to straighten it out, :(

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