catnapper
08-04-2009, 11:33 AM
I woke up this morning with a pounding headache. I popped two Advil and set out to run a ton of errands.
First, we had to pick up hubby's car from the shop. $180 due for what was supposed to be a $40procedure. Okie dokie... no problem. I paid the guy with my Visa bank card and we headed to errand #2.
Errand #2 was my shrink appointment, which I was REALLY looking forward to since he's been on vacation and I missed having him keep me grounded. He came out to the waiting room and escorted someone else back to his office..... I went to the counter and asked the lady why he took someone else. Apparently he had me on the wrong time. I missed my appointment, which was when we were at the car place. My appointment card said the time I showed up -- I even showed it to the lady behind the counter.
So we had time to kill, and hubby offered to take me to breakfast for my favorite: Belgian Waffles. We ordered my beloved waffle and wait... and wait... and wait. Finally, the waitress came out: they no longer can make waffles. No matter that there is half a menu page dedicated to them. They don't make them any longer. I felt like crying -- over waffles. I had a very unsatisfying meal and paid with my Visa bank cafrd.
Then we go fill my new prescription for allergies. I thought perhaps my screaming headache was due to sinuses. I was looking forward to relief in the form of a new pill. NOPE -- my insurance won't pay for it without being pre-approved. Fine. Whatever. I picked up some more sinus Advil, with my Visa bank card (notice a trend here)
Then we had one more errand to run -- to the bank to deposit money. I noticed yesterday that my car payment was withdrawn from my personal account. I thought it was coming from the joint account. Ooopsie on me. We ran to the bank for a quick funds transfer. Upon depositing the money, the teller tells me that I'm $600 in the HOLE. Our car repair, the breakfast (that stank), the Advil... bounced. In fact, I had NINE bounced fees. To the tune of $350. I had a serious breakdown in the middle of the bank. Hyperventillation, tears, the whole nine yards.
And its barely lunch.
Please, don't give me anything else today! I'm hiding in the bedroom and not coming out!
First, we had to pick up hubby's car from the shop. $180 due for what was supposed to be a $40procedure. Okie dokie... no problem. I paid the guy with my Visa bank card and we headed to errand #2.
Errand #2 was my shrink appointment, which I was REALLY looking forward to since he's been on vacation and I missed having him keep me grounded. He came out to the waiting room and escorted someone else back to his office..... I went to the counter and asked the lady why he took someone else. Apparently he had me on the wrong time. I missed my appointment, which was when we were at the car place. My appointment card said the time I showed up -- I even showed it to the lady behind the counter.
So we had time to kill, and hubby offered to take me to breakfast for my favorite: Belgian Waffles. We ordered my beloved waffle and wait... and wait... and wait. Finally, the waitress came out: they no longer can make waffles. No matter that there is half a menu page dedicated to them. They don't make them any longer. I felt like crying -- over waffles. I had a very unsatisfying meal and paid with my Visa bank cafrd.
Then we go fill my new prescription for allergies. I thought perhaps my screaming headache was due to sinuses. I was looking forward to relief in the form of a new pill. NOPE -- my insurance won't pay for it without being pre-approved. Fine. Whatever. I picked up some more sinus Advil, with my Visa bank card (notice a trend here)
Then we had one more errand to run -- to the bank to deposit money. I noticed yesterday that my car payment was withdrawn from my personal account. I thought it was coming from the joint account. Ooopsie on me. We ran to the bank for a quick funds transfer. Upon depositing the money, the teller tells me that I'm $600 in the HOLE. Our car repair, the breakfast (that stank), the Advil... bounced. In fact, I had NINE bounced fees. To the tune of $350. I had a serious breakdown in the middle of the bank. Hyperventillation, tears, the whole nine yards.
And its barely lunch.
Please, don't give me anything else today! I'm hiding in the bedroom and not coming out!