I had a really bad day yesterday. Let's back up to Thursday
I was starting to get sick mid week and Thursday, I felt awful. I had work all day, then went right to class. I got there a little bit early so I could get a book from Rambo. We were all sitting in the library and I decided to use my laptop to check the balance of my checking account. It was showing that I went negative. The overnight deposit I made the day before never went through and I paid a bill online, sending me negative. I called the 800 # and they told me that I would have to go to the bank and have them search their records for deposit.
So yesterday I went to the bank, explained what was going on, and before I even finished the lady knew who I was. She asked if my name was Barbara, I said yes, and she said to hold on one minute. She comes out with this snotty blonde lady:
Blonde: Let me show you something. We couldn't read this. We had no idea who you were and couldn't figure out who to give the money to.
Me: Ok, I am sorry. I've never had this problem before.
This was obviously a lie. If they couldn't read the slip, the other lady would not have known what my name was.
Blonde Lady: Well next time you do an overnight drop, put something else on the deposit slip, like your ss# or debit card# so we can pull your account up, ok?"
She had a huge attitude the entire time, like it was a total bother to deal with me. I don't feel comfortable putting my social security number or card number on a slip, especially with all the cases of identity theft these days. I always fill out my slips the same way and never have a problem. The lady I was talking to before put the deposit in, but I was still being charged an overdraft fee. I asked her if they were taking care of that and she said no, because the deposit went in now. I said that it was supposed to go in 2 days ago, and the reason there was a overdraft in the first place was because that deposit wasn't made at the right time. She said she couldn't do anything, so I told her to close my account. Then, of course, she said she see what her boss could do. So she brings back the snotty blonde.
Blonde Lady: There's no way I'm crediting this. I'm sorry that this happened, but we've been holding this deposit for 2 days, not knowing who's account to credit. You paid a bill and that is why you have the fee.
Me: If the deposit was there when it should have been, this would not have happened. Go ahead and close my account and you can close the credit account I just opened with you.
Blonde Lady:No problem, I'll close your account. And you can call credit services to have them close your credit card. Did you just make a deposit, because I can't close this account until the balance is in the positive.
Me: This is ridiculous. I'm not paying a fee. Is there another person I can talk to?
Blonde Lady: I'm one of the managers here.
Me:Ok, do you have a boss I can speak to?
Blonde Lady: Yes, but she'll tell you the same thing.
Me: I would still like to speak to her please.
She went to go get the lady. I guess she told her what was going on, because this lady called the bank where I opened the account and had everything squared away in about 10 minutes without even talking to me. Why the blonde couldn't do that, I'm not sure. She had a horrible attitude the entire time and could care less that I was going to take my business somewhere else. The other lady was nice, didn't waste time, and got everything done. If I had dealt with her in the first place, I could have had everything worked out in 10 minutes. Unfortunately, I had to deal with someone with no people skills, one some sort of "bank teller power trip", that wasted everyone's time.
I went to class and afterwards Dave took me to the walk in clinic against my will. I knew I wasn't going to be able to go because I would have to pay up front. I have no insurance, and the visit was going to be $125 that I didn't have. I walked out of there. On the way home, about a mile from Dave's house, we heard a big thud. Everything in his car shut off. We got to the side of the road, wondering what happened. The car wouldn't turn over. Nothing was working on it at all. Since my dad is a former mechanic, I called him to see maybe he knew what it was. I got yelled at the entire time. You need to get your own car fixed (I need brakes, but haven't been able to afford it), you need to get health insurance, you owe us so much money, etc. I had been crying all day because I've been scared that something was seriously wrong with me, and he just made it so much worse. I got off the phone and just kept crying. My father is the only person that can make me feel like the biggest piece of shit on the planet one minute, and make me feel great the next.
While I was on the phone being yelled at, Dave got a tow to the Ford dealership, a mile back in the other direction. $80. We would have pushed it if there wasn't so much damn traffic. So we are at the dealership and have no ride. We were going to walk, but it starting to rain. We called a bunch of people that were close by, and no one was picking up except my friend Bob, who was still at work all the way in Ybor. He was nice enough to give us a ride so we didn't get soaked on the way home. We are thinking that more than likely the alternator is bad on the car. There goes any plans we had to go to Las Vegas in December.
I laid on the couch the entire night, sick and stressed out. I managed to give myself a horrible migraine. I ended up taking some pain medicine and finally fell asleep. I woke up today feeling a little bit better, but still incredibly depressed and disconnected. I feel like I've made some big, positive changes in my life in the last few months and I'm not getting anything out of it. Something always happens that screws up my plans. I feel like God is continually testing me, but I can't figure out why. I just haven't been able to catch a break financially and that makes me feel like a horribly immature person. I'm trying to do things right. I haven't been spending money on stupid things. I actually sat down and figured out ways for me to save. It is just never enough. You can't plan for everything. I wasn't planning on getting sick. Dave wasn't planning on his 2 year old car to die on him.
I guess we all have bad days because if we didn't, there would be no way to differentiate between bad and good. I just miss feeling happy and being comfortable with the way I was living. I hate complaining because I know things could be much worse, but sometimes, you just have to let it all out.
So last night after class I was pretty heated up about our project and the amount of work we are expected to do as a team in only 4 weeks. I have no problem with an ambitious project. If the 6 of us pull it off it will be really cool. But we won't.
The basic idea of our project is this-create a fully functional website that allows users to determine how much money they are spending on gas, show ways to save money on gas, allow them to calculate the mpg their car receives, and locate the gas station in their area that has the cheapest gas.
It might not sound like a lot to someone that knows nothing about designing websites, but this is a huge project. It's nearly impossible for us to do this in only 4 weeks. There is no way we are going to pull this off.
I hate this school.
I got the job with ACF Consulting and I love it. The work atmosphere is great. Everyone works together and is really laid back. I love being able to wear whatever I want to work...no dress code is awesome! It is right down the road from my house. I walk most days. The money I'm saving in gas alone not driving a half hour to work is worth it. I've already learned a lot and know I will continue to learn. I always have something to do. Work is never boring. We do a lot of cool projects and have some pretty awesome clients. I feel so lucky to have gotten this job. It's the best thing to have happened to me.
