Oh, US Bank.

I am BEYOND pissed right now. I am livid.

I deposited my first paycheck from my new job into the bank yesterday (see: THURSDAY) and I went to my bank account today in hopes to take out some money for groceries and incidentals to find out that my money won’t be available to me until at least MONDAY.

I can’t even DESCRIBE how fucking mad I am right now. Do you know what kinds of kinks this puts into my weekend plans?? I was waiting FORFUCKINGEVER to go out with my best friend tonight, and now I can’t because I HAVE NO MONEY. I also was going to pay my very overdue utility bill, so that I may have a chance at redeeming myself and keeping electricity. I was also going to pay for WoW so at least I had something to do this weekend.

The thing that pisses me off the most? I have no food in my house. And now I have NO money to buy any food, so I have to starve myself until Monday because some slackjaw fucker who heads the bank decides that he can keep my hard-earned money. Things got pretty heated when I decided to call the bank and see what was up. Some idiot answered the phone:
“U.S. Bank, where we care or some stupid bullshit.”
Me: “I have a question about my account.”
Douchebag: “Oh, I’m sorry, we just shut down all the computers.”
Me: “Oh, well maybe you can answer this general question for me. I deposited a check yesterday, and I looked online and my money is still not available, and I’m just wondering when I might be able to see my own money, and be able to use it.”
Douchebag: “Oh, well, it can take up to 5-7 business days for money to become available, but it usually takes 1-2 business days to become available.”
Me: “Are you kidding me? And people stay with your bank? Well, if this money isn’t available TOMORROW, then on Monday, I’m coming in there, withdrawing all my money and taking my business somewhere else. This is bullshit.” And I disconnected the phone. It didn’t go exactly like that, but maybe you can sense some of the frustration I had when some pompous teenager answered the phone.

SO. Here I sit on a Friday night. I was waiting all month for this one night to go hang out with my friends, and now I can’t even do that. Not only that; now I have to eat crackers all weekend in hopes that I don’t keel over from some kind of malnourishment I’m bound to suffer this weekend.

It’s pretty sad when for the first time in months you have a genuinely happy day, and then a half an hour before getting ready to go out, you check your bank account, and everything goes down the shitter.

You know, if it’s not one thing, it’s another. How can bad things keep going wrong continuously for one person? I don’t know. Just doesn’t seem fair, somehow.