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Jun. 21st, 2005 09:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lamia_primeHere was my morning:
Woke up at 5:30am
Woke up at 6:30am
Woke up at 7:20am when the alarm went off. Subcutaneous (ergo painful) zit. Unexpected menses a week after they were supposedly done.
OJ on an empty stomach for purposes of taking meds.
Discovered hubby had deleted juno some time ago, which meant that I have now lost many many snail mail addresses. Which meant that I could not now address the package going out to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spin_drift, nor mail it at lunch time, nor file a claim at the same time for the Dec '03 package to her that the post office lost.
Wake up husband to yell at him for deleting program.
Take out MAC card to the bank, to grab $20 and then go to market and get breakfast, and also pick up some produce, thereby missing the crowds at lunch.
ATM is "out of service". Cross street for the dubious privilege of paying $1.50 in fees so that I can buy breakfast. ATM says that I do't have enough money in my account.
Go home. Call bank, bank doesn't have a record of the money I deposited on Thursday afternoon, and it is now Tuesday morning. Scrounge for change for breakfast.
Make it to work on time.
The end.
On the positive side, it is the Summer solstice, and I wish all my friends joy.
And for all the women out there, check this out. Possibly not work safe, because of the words "vagina" and "cunt". But very very informative and wonderful.
http://harlequinade.zeetee.com/gorgon/vagina.html
So the bank put my $ in someone else's account. They read my "6" as a "0". Fine, gimme my money. Thank you for clearing that up so quickly, I appreciate it.
I go to Market, and after fighting with the sweaty masses to get a slice of watermelon and a pound of string beans, I head towards the horseradish dude. He's chillin', and what is clearly a friend is hanging out with him at his stand, white-middle-aged, tubby, and thinks he's oh so clever. I hand Mr. Horseradish a large jar of product that he might bag it for me, and his buddy says "Are you going to use that in a recipie?"
I stare at him and laugh. "No, I thought I'd wear it as a hat. What sort of a question is that? Of course I'm going to eat it."
He says "No, I didn't ask you if you were going to eat it, you didn't listen, I asked if you were going to use it in a recipie."
By this time, I was walking away, shaking my head in utter disgust. Local ignorance masquerading as smart-assed cleverness, goddess preserve me from middle-aged men!
Woke up at 5:30am
Woke up at 6:30am
Woke up at 7:20am when the alarm went off. Subcutaneous (ergo painful) zit. Unexpected menses a week after they were supposedly done.
OJ on an empty stomach for purposes of taking meds.
Discovered hubby had deleted juno some time ago, which meant that I have now lost many many snail mail addresses. Which meant that I could not now address the package going out to
spin_drift, nor mail it at lunch time, nor file a claim at the same time for the Dec '03 package to her that the post office lost.Wake up husband to yell at him for deleting program.
Take out MAC card to the bank, to grab $20 and then go to market and get breakfast, and also pick up some produce, thereby missing the crowds at lunch.
ATM is "out of service". Cross street for the dubious privilege of paying $1.50 in fees so that I can buy breakfast. ATM says that I do't have enough money in my account.
Go home. Call bank, bank doesn't have a record of the money I deposited on Thursday afternoon, and it is now Tuesday morning. Scrounge for change for breakfast.
Make it to work on time.
The end.
On the positive side, it is the Summer solstice, and I wish all my friends joy.
And for all the women out there, check this out. Possibly not work safe, because of the words "vagina" and "cunt". But very very informative and wonderful.
http://harlequinade.zeetee.com/gorgon/vagina.html
So the bank put my $ in someone else's account. They read my "6" as a "0". Fine, gimme my money. Thank you for clearing that up so quickly, I appreciate it.
I go to Market, and after fighting with the sweaty masses to get a slice of watermelon and a pound of string beans, I head towards the horseradish dude. He's chillin', and what is clearly a friend is hanging out with him at his stand, white-middle-aged, tubby, and thinks he's oh so clever. I hand Mr. Horseradish a large jar of product that he might bag it for me, and his buddy says "Are you going to use that in a recipie?"
I stare at him and laugh. "No, I thought I'd wear it as a hat. What sort of a question is that? Of course I'm going to eat it."
He says "No, I didn't ask you if you were going to eat it, you didn't listen, I asked if you were going to use it in a recipie."
By this time, I was walking away, shaking my head in utter disgust. Local ignorance masquerading as smart-assed cleverness, goddess preserve me from middle-aged men!
