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.
Going to the bank is like having to go to the DMV...it sucks!
ReplyDeleteOMG! Please don't remind me! I have to go back to the DMV. The bike's title is still screwed up!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat now? They still don't believe it's an '83?
ReplyDeleteNever 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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