The other day I was checking my bank account and realized that my rent had not been taken out of my account, but there was a big fat $35 charge there. I called the bank and apparently my check had bounced. More than enough money was in my account, so I had no idea why it bounced. My bank had no idea why the check bounced either so they refunded the $35 fee. Refunding an invalid charge is all fine and dandy, but how am I supposed to explain this to my rental office?????????????? Long story short, I was told that I needed to pay my rent, an $18 court filing fee and 5% of my rent for being late......even though it wasn't my fault and I've never been late with my rent before. On top of that, they wouldn't accept a check so I needed to go into my bank, withdraw money, get a money order and then go BACK to the rental office. Did I mention that my rental office and banks are ONLY open during the hours I'm at work???????????
I got the bright idea to handle this (and my hair appointment) yesterday. I took half a day off from work and traveled to the bank in the fucking ice rain. As soon as I stepped into the building, the security guard reminded me that banks were closed because of Veteran's day. WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING?!?!
On the way to my hair appointment, I stopped at FOUR different hair stores to find my preferred weave. EV-E-RY store I went to was sold out or didn't carry it. These FOUR stores were in addition to the two stores I checked on Tuesday!
I called my sis/hair stylist (who is EXTREMELY hard to book since she works 22 hours a day, 7 days a week) to ask her about another type of weave and she started venting to me about her problems
I went home after my unsuccessful weave search and got on AIM. The minute I signed in, I got this message:
Batman: something came up. so can we meet at an earlier time on Saturday?
Me: it's not a big deal. we can go out some other day =)
Now, I was virtually smiling and being polite, but in my mind, I was doing this....
I was thinking, DUDE WE PLANNED THIS DATE TWO [EXPLETIVE] WEEKS AGO AND YOU'RE FLAKING ON ME AFTER I TOLD YOU APPROXIMATELY 573 TIMES THAT I HATE WHEN PEOPLE FLAKE ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
As much as I'd like to throw him under the bus in this blog, he's a perfect gentleman and even offered to keep our date when I went into semi-tantrum mode. That only made it worse because you can't talk shit about/be mad at a person who when they're being nice.
I was feeling salty so I took a nap.
In the middle of my nap, I woke up thinking I was late for work. There's a skylight above my bed. When I go to sleep, it's dark. When I wake up for work, it's dark. If it's ever light and I'm in bed on a weekday, that means I'm late for work. I immediately jumped up thinking I was late for work and fell out of bed trying to scramble to get ready. I grabbed my towel and ran to the bathroom...stripped naked...turned on the shower water and then realized I was only napping. I looked at my phone. The time read 4:12pm. I felt like a fucking idiot. I was so tired that I went back to sleep...without even putting my clothes back on.