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Friday, March 22, 2002

My bank called this morning to give me a hard time about being behind on my car payment...see, they want extra above and beyond the $300 monthly payment (to catch up the past due I owe from when I got behind) and they want it now. blah blah blah. She was trying to be me to transfer money from my tax refund to do it. Hello? It wasn't mine that went in - it was my Love's. It very clearly stated that on the deposit when you look up the transaction history. It's in HIS name. That was exactly why I didn't direct deposit mine. Anyway, I got upset and started to cry. She was just so nasty about it...There's more things in life then my fucking car payment. Sorry, but I'm already stressed over needing $1,000 for my cat with $500 due in the next two-three weeks for his surgery. Its like look lady, tossing you an extra $50 is not my priority now. She just upset me. It just really pisses me off since if I had my checking through someone else, they wouldn't have a right to look at what I'm spending money on. But since it's the same bank, they're all fucking passing judgement on what I spend. Sorry, but there's more things in life then just your car payment. I don't stop needing food, shampoo, gas, clothes, shoes, etc etc etc. just 'cause you think it's inappropriate. I wish I could change banks but everyone else around here's Commercial. I hate commercial banks. You deposit your money 2:01pm Friday you can't have it until 12:01pm Monday. Been there, done that, bounced a million checks. Thanks but no thanks.

Blah. Some day. Thank gods it's Friday. I can't wait to go home and get the hell out of here. It's just one of those days and I don't really want to deal with it today.

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