Jenmar - Really hot Freddy Krueger.

So, I totally managed to fail mini_nanowrimo in three days because I feel asleep before reporting on the third.

Also, the chick who I am training in side-by-sides is the most condescending, uptight bitch I have met in I don't even know how long. She called someone slutty for only knowing someone for a few months before getting engaged, and bitched at me because I was helping her.

Oh, man, do I have a rant about this chick saved up for when I get home.

Also, my paycheck got screwed up last Friday and they tried to send all but $100 of it to an account that no longer exists (my fault, I changed the accounts online with our DD service but knew we were having net issues and didn't double check to make sure it took).

So now they have my check ready for me, but it's forty-five minutes away from where I work and needs to be picked up withing a half an hour of me getting off of work or they will mail it to me and it "may get there by Saturday, or it may not."

Because of this I am HUNGRY and want to EAT LUNCH and can't, because I have less than a dollar to my name right now. Well, not true. I have $1.60 on my debit card.

Our cable accidentally got cut on Tuesday, and since we're actually finalizing on the house at the end of the month we figured that getting the cable fixed when we're just gonna have to get a satellite in two weeks anyway was kind of stupid. So instead we have one of the digital converter boxes for the living room, since we can give that to Yussie when we move. This means I have NO live TV and am primarily surviving on downloads, torrents, and the occasional super extra awesome help from INSANELY shiny and awesome friends who shall not be named at this moment.

Also, Paypal is made is MADE OF SHIT. For the last two weeks I've been fighting with them and my bank for the last two weeks over WinCon.

See, I won a scavenger hunt at the comm, so my con fee is fifteen dollars less than the price linked off the profile. When I got the money to pay I shot off a couple of PMs to the mods and then paid the full price and said to just give me the difference in raffle tickets. The day after I payed coiledsoul said, "Whoops, here, let me refund this so you don't have to pay more money, here, now you can pay the right price." Paypal listed the money as refunded so I just clicked the button to pay the right price.

Well, I didn't realize that to Paypal "refunded" means "your money is taken immediately from the person refunding it, but you won't get it for between three days and two weeks." So with my bank account still empty the correct payment for the con hit it, and bounced back and gave me an Non Sufficient Funds fee to the tune of $35 dollars. I spend an hour and a half during my hour lunch on the phone with Paypal until I get them to send me an email to take to my bank telling the bank to refund the NSF charhe because they weren't clear in their wording. Sucks, but it's over, right?

Wrong.

Because I get an email from Paypal saying that the correct amount was not in my account and, thus, not charged, and they were gonna try again automatically in three days. I then called them up and told them NOT to do it, because I wouldn't have any money in my account in three days. I spoke with someone on the phone who's name I could not understand (that's not some backhanded racist comment, I couldn't understand what she said when she said her name so I didn't bother asking ten times until my ears worked so I could write it down) who said they would go ahead and make sure not to charge my account again.

Labor Day weekend I got Sunday off only, so that means at work on Saturday I used my card to get food, and then proceeded to use my card for eleven tiny things between then and Tuesday, like usual. Now, I want you to know I am obsessive about my money, I know every penny I spend and how much is in my account at all times.

So when I go to get food on Tuesday and the text from bank says I'm an obscene amount of money in the hole I get a MASSIVE WTF and head to the bank to find out WHY. And then on the printout of my transactions I see that Paypal took out the correct amount for the con fee. AGAIN. AFTER I CALLED AND TOLD THEM NOT TO.

Over the next two days I spend three hours during my one-hour lunch at the bank, putting a stop payment on Paypal and trying to get the THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE DOLLARS IN OVERDRAFT FEES ALONE reversed. I've got most of them done now, but am still -73.28, so later today I'm gonna head to the branch I opened at and see WTF I can do about that.

Also, I have had this on-and-off stabbing pain near my bellybutton all week, which is kinda scary because, hai, cut in half two months ago.

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Five things about the spot where my computer is.

1. Well. It's soft, because Sam stays on my bed due to lack of desk.
2. There are 18 Winnie the Pooh and 2 Tigger stuffed animals on the other side of Sam, against my wall.
3. There are eight pillows on my bed because it's only been two months since my surgery and the stomach muscles take SHOCKINGLY long to heal.
4. I have this, this, this, this, and this taped to my wall under two SPN posters.
5. There used to be a whiteboard on the wall-side of the bed across from Sam, but I accidentally knocked it down and almost gave myself a concussion a few months ago, so now there is a whiteboard on the floor near Sam's bed/perch.

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day one | a song
day two | a picture
day three | a book/ebook/fanfic
day four | a site
day five | a youtube clip
day six | a quote
day seven | whatever tickles your fancy

Comfort Eagle - Cake | SS | MU

We are building a religion
A limited edition
We are now accepting callers
for these pendant key chains

celtic_cookie, this is 482 out of 3,018.

And crying in the net cafe is never fun.

There's a whole lot about my life I kind of don't like right now.

I just realized I will have thirty-eight hours of OT on this check. On top of my normal eighty.

And, also, because I'm an idiot, I just signed up for 13 hours of OT next Friday even though it's my day off.

ALSO, I started my girly fun times last night so I didn't eat lunch because I felt icky, but now I'm all hungry and it's FIVE HOURS till I'm off.

Break's over, back to work.

Phone is back on. AT&T is still fail.

I have spent three hours on eight calls. That's around a half an hour ish per call. Which is about twenty-five minutes more than it should be.

Also, we're getting a house, yay. But I get to give up my next two paychecks at least to help with it. Yay.

If Ma mentions that I should be saving for a car one more time I'm gonna tell her to STFU and stop taking all my fucking money, then.

And it's fucking fired.

Not only did I have have a fucking three hour fight with a friend, not only do I have to be awake for a thirteen-hour shift in FOUR damn hours, but AT&T just fucking shut my damn phone off because my bill was due on the first.

I fucking had no money because I've given EVERY PENNY of my last two or three paychecks to Ma and CJ, with the exception of food money, and I fucking CALLED AT&T and set up a payment arrangement. I fucking TOLD them I got paid on Friday and would fucking pay it, and the fucking BASTARDS said it was okay and SHUT MY PHONE OFF AND 12:30 THURSDAY MORNING.

My back HURTS because I barely moved from my chair at all for fourteen hours today and I am not sleeping enough and I'm gonna fucking start crying here in a moment.

So, that twenty hours of OT I worked last week? That twenty-five sales I fought tooth and nail for and that stupid fucking bonus I missed because I got sent home early for being on OT? That $1,000 paycheck after taxes that I'm getting on Friday?

Yeah, every penny of it except for $100 for food for the next two weeks—$50 less than usual—is going to Ma and CJ on Thursday.

Also, every last one of the $33 I have this moment is going to be given to them as soon as I get home too.

All this and I still get yelled at and treated like I'm nine.

The good: I haz a new tablet!

The bad: It says it has 1,024 levels of pressure but I can only get the normal thick, dark lines from it on PS.

The good: SHOW TOMORROW!

The bad: SHOW TOMORROW! Dude, the show makes me worry.

The good: I got five sales today!

The bad: I have seven for the WEEK.

Also, I have been falling asleep and having accidental naps all week because I've had less than fifteen hours of sleep since Sunday. I'm pretty sure the eye infection I had is back, too. Which is more lamesauce. Also, I did 19.75 hours of OT last week and I am pretty sure I'm not actually going to be able to keep, like, any of that money for myself.

I have Friday off and plan on sleeping a LOT and working more on Big Bang. And, also, I will try to answer comments on my fic.

Speaking of, mine got picked by celtic_cookie because she cheats and, also, probably did not want to hear me cry for the next few months because I was the last pick or something. I had a really shitty summary for a combination of reasons.

1) I was tired and didn't want to think too hard;
2) I was lazy, and didn't want to think too hard, and;
3) I realized that my main plot is actually a surprise, seeing as how it takes 10k for it to be unveiled, so I could only give certain details about it without giving that away.

The only real thing that bothers me about that is that now I'm sitting here trying to figure out how I'm going to do the ACTUAL summary when the time comes.

I hate today. Bunches. Got barely ANY sleep last night, don't have a password for my new work effieincy system, have not taken break because I spent two hours on a call that was SO DAMN DIFFICULT and mae me looks and feel like I was completely inept and didn't know my asshole from my elbow, I got yelled at by someone because we keep calling her, and with seven pages of comments and two grabs a piece my fic has still not been picked for art.

Oh, and, also, I got knocked COMPLETELY out of the top three so I get NO bonus and my comission won't be as high as it was gonna be. Also, I got paid on Friday and have barely over a hundred bucks, which will be even less soon.

I'm pretty sure I'm gonna go home, kick Yussie out of the room and cry until it's Tuesday.

BY THE WAY. Anyone who gets telemarketing calls when they're on the DNC list? Most of the time it IS an error in the computer system, we will be MORE than happy to go ahead and put in a ticket to get it fixed.

If you are the kind of asshat who SCREAMS at the person who answers the phone when you call to complain I want you to defriend me RIGHT the fuck now. I can tell you that 99.99999999% of the time the person who picks up the phone DID NOT PERSONALLY CALL YOU. Stop being stupid assholes and try to be a fucking human being, douchebags.