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.

Weekend Engagements

I went home this weekend so I could ride with my mom to Eau Claire for my brother’s engagement party. It was a nice weekend, despite the fact that the night they actually had the dinner party it must have been at least 90 degrees out and every time I would turn around part of my face would melt off.

We first had a delicious dinner of marinated pork tenderloin with mashed potatoes, squash, and cake for desert. After the dinner we headed over to the bar for a more informal gathering, as well as a free quarter barrel of high life. Surprisingly we ended up leaving before bar time, and didn’t even attend any after bar parties or anything.
So all in all the weekend ended up great, and now I’m back home waiting impatiently to start work and start getting paid. A girl has to feed her WoW and coffee addiction some how.

Yay!

My birthday was today, and it was great. I sat around and did practically nothing. Went out for dinner, drank some booze, and now I am ready to go to bed.

Also, my interview went great and I got the job! I start on the 8th, so until then it’s laying around as much as possible!

More later!

Interviews With a Side of Hunger

So today, after still being half asleep and still in bed at half past noon, I got a call back from an employer, whom I ignored because I was sure I would sound like an ogre getting off a cocaine addiction if I were to answer the phone at that moment.

After some coffee and composure, I called her back. The telephone interview went great, and I now have an interview on Friday. I’ll be sure to update about how I get really, unneccessarily nervous during interviews and end up sweating profusely through a shirt I did not realize would show my nervousness so well. I have a friend who works there already, and she keeps telling me not to worry. She told me about the job, the perks, the people, and what they do to me at the interview, so I shouldn’t be nervous. My pits would say otherwise.

I keep getting this feeling in the pit of my stomach that something is wrong, but I can’t get a grip on what it is. This may be a direct result from eating really horrible boxed meals for my complete diet once a day. I am not satisfied at all, and am constantly hungry. The feeling of hunger and the feeling I’m getting in the pits of my endless stomach are very different, however. I guess I’ll see if something comes of this.

Until next time…

Weekend Story Time

About a week ago, I drove to Eau Claire to pick up my brother and his girlfriend for a weekend of hanging out, her meeting the step-dad, and attend a family function. Well the family and I went to the local watering hole where a group of 40-somethings hang out with a peppering of the occasional 80 year old. The reason we decided to go was because karaoke was being held, and we though what better way to integrate my brother’s girlfriend into the family then to get completely hammered and make asses out of ourselves to Alanis Morissette songs.

Once we got there we decided we might not want to jump right into the karaoke without proper lubrication of stiff drinks, so we ordered a round and got started.
As the night went on slowly, we got a little buzzed and my mom and A (girlfriend) went up to the machine and decided to sing a duet. Once they got up there, mom moved towards the back, with, I’m sure, the microphone off, and all of the sudden A just started belting out the songs with this beautiful voice. What a mistake she had made though! ALL night the emcee dragged A on the small dirty “stage” and made her sing songs by herself, duets, and the like. Pretty sure she got annoyed with that at some point.

I didn’t sing much except for a few songs that required large quantities of people, so no one could hear me anyway. Throughout the night, as it got smokier though, my eyes started to rebel. I’ve never seen my eyes become so red, and hurt so bad. I started to look more and more like one of those monsters you wouldn’t want to find in the closet when you were a child, with big glowing red eyes, and a big splotch of yellow hair.

The next day we had to go to a cousin’s birthday party. (Mind you 90% of the people there were under 7.) The morning before we went we had to unload some hay, so it proved to be a very hot, sweaty, red-faced day for me. We got to the party and I knew the moment I stepped foot in the house where all the old people were kept that I had made a mistake of going there. I patiently waited about half an hour, ate most of their sloppy joes, and decided it was time to get out of there.

After we got home, we mostly just layed around all day until it was time for me to bring brother and A back home. I was so sad to have to leave Eau Claire because once again, hay was waiting for me back home.

Moral of story? Don’t sing well at karaoke, otherwise creepy old men will force you to sing all night. And don’t do loads of hay and then go to a family function tired, sick, and partially hungover.

Same format as most of my posts.

Nothing angers me more then someone telling me I’ve made a bad decision. Because trust me, by the time you find out, I already am well aware!

I quit my job to move home and work with my parents, in the hopes she would pay me and I would be able to get my own place, etc.
Well since the last time I worked with my mom I should have known that would not be the case, because what happened last time is that I did not get paid. I thought this time would be different because I actually am doing work for my mom, and last time I would do small work here and there, so being paid wasn’t a big deal to me, as long as I had some spending money here and there.

But now that I’ve lived on my own for a while, and THEN moved back, I require more to be sated. I want my own place, some good internet, my sanity and independence.  I’ve been living at home now for about a month or so, and have begun to realize that this situation is exactly the same as it was last time, only second round is a stinky pile of uncharm.

I now have been looking for jobs all over the damn state in hopes that someone SOMEwhere will hire me, and I’ll be able to make enough money to move into an apartment of my own, grab some internet and be on my merry way.

In other not so depressing news, my cousin is visiting us this week and she’s been awesome. She’s twelve years old going on 25, and hilarious as can be. Unfortunately we have to take her back this weekend, but I’m hoping she will be coming back very soon.

Have a good weekend everyone, and I hope it’s a hell of a lot better than mine!

S

That Tuesday Thing

Nothing much is going on in my life except for the usual debauchery.

I need to try and get to Eau Claire sometime over the next few weeks so I can see my brother, whom I have not seen in too long.

I’ve had a new dream in my mind that I hope to achieve sometime in the future. I won’t say what it is now, because I seem to have a knack for fucking things up, and nothing I had planned coming to fruition.

WE’LL SEE!

News and Blues

It’s that time of year again where the heat starts sinking into everyone and the sweat starts pouring. It’s also that time of year where I quit my job and move back towards home.

Okay, so I don’t do that every year, but I did this year!

 

During the past few months everything has been hard on me, and it got to the point where I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I’m usually pretty tough, and if things get bad financially, emotionally, etc. I usually just try to get through it and wait it out, but this time was different, or maybe I’m not able to be tough like that anymore. Either way, I was extremely unhappy at my job, and living in Point. I had discussed my options with my mom, and after long and hard thought, I quit my job, and my mom decided I should go work for her, and she would help with my living costs, etc.

 

So here I am now, trying to pack up one apartment and move into another, and working with my mom. (Last time I did that, it was awesome.)

 

I also was without internet and tv for about a month, so although I did lots of activities I normally wouldn’t if I had my internet, but I now am somewhat on the internet, and even able to play WoW a little bit. I left the damn game for a month, and when I come back, everyone is leaps and bounds ahead of me, so I have a lot of catching up to do!

 

As for now, I’m going to go have some coffee and get some work done while WoW is down.

 

Rain Showers, Bald Heads, and Greasy Ecstasy.

The last week or two I’ve been doing a monumental amount of drinking. Most of it has been with my best-est Kelly and her Jeff.

A particular scenario took place last night, although it didn’t end in its usual debauchery, as I would have liked.
I was in Montello for most of the day visiting and carousing about the “grounds.” (I like to refer to my house at the “grounds” because for some reason that has so much more meaning and potential to be dangerous and scary!) And When 8:00 came around, I was watching the newest episode of The Office on DVR, and got a phone right when Dwight was conning Michael into letting him have control of the office. Kelly was on the other line sounding a little out of breath, perhaps just getting done having sexy times. I would only assume and hope that was the case, because whenever I think of her, I think of her and Jeff doing the naughty nasty.
“What are you doing right now?” She says, and I already know what she’s going to ask.
“I’m in Montello rightnow!!” With a hint of desperation and sadness in my voice. (Even though I wasn’t all that sad I was in Montello. It was just because I rather do what Kelly was about to ask me to do.
“Oh, well I was wondering when you’ll be back. Jeff wants to go out tonight, and I want you to come out too!”
As soon as she said this, I had already packed up my gigantic purse with my makeup and planner, heading out the door.
“Oh, I’ll be in Point in about an hour, fancy that! Where should I meet you!”
“Cedar haus!” She says with a squeal of excitement.

So with a quick peck on the face, and hug, I leave my family in the dust, and head out on the trail to get my drink on.
As I was driving down the interstate it started sprinkling a bit, and I waited for a nice coat of rain to get on the windshield so I didn’t have a giant smear of dirt and dead bugs. As I had suspected, this did nothing to help, so when I turned on the wipers, I heard SHMEEERRR, and all I saw was a line of dirt spanning the whole windshield. As I went further, the windshield got better, but the rain started hitting harder, and vehicles started to slow down.
There was a point where it got so bad that going 60 was pushing it to a dangerous limit. Of course with my luck a giant semi-truck was taking its sweet time down the interstate, so naturally, I merged to the left to pass it up. What a mistake that was. The force of the rain coming off of the gigantic tires sprayed across my windshield leaving me blind, and susceptible to any type of mishaps that may be coming my way. I wasn’t sure whether I should be speeding up to get away from the truck or slow down to stick behind the truck with a fine spray of lethal accident coming my way.
I decided to speed up a bit and pass the truck, when al of the sudden the truck started merging into my lane, and I instantly thought to myself, “This is going to end terribly, and the last thing I said/messaged to someone was, ’sorry, I won’t txt you again’”. I started flicking my brights and the truck then merged back into the right lane, and disaster was averted when I sped up a little bit and got the fuck away from the truck.

I had finally arrived in Point, and pulled into the parking lot of the Cedar Haus. I casually walked into the bar to a whole three people (It being a Tuesday night, I really hadn’t expected anything more). I see Kelly, her Jeff, and this gigantically tall person with a big fuzzy red beard, and a partially bald head. I instantly knew it was Kelly’s friend, whom I do not mesh well with. Needless to say the whole night he jabbered and talked and jabbered, and soon it got to a point where I was pounding drinks and shots to numb out his voice. After a couple of hours, and a few rounds of pool, we decided it was time to get the hell out of dodge and ditch the redhead. We all came in one car, so we needed to “drop him off at home” first, then we would all “go home and go to bed” since we all had school or work in the morning.
What we did instead? We went to Southpoint and decided to have a hearty, greasy, and most satisfying meal. I thought the night wasn’t over, and that we would go back out and party it up, but since it was nearing 1:00am, I knew I would be one cranky bitch if I got any less sleep then had to go to work for 12 hours.
So I got dropped off, checked my email, etc. and headed to bed.

All in all it was a good night, and I only wished I had more time to spend with the lovely K and J.

Just how I like to share my nerdiness.

Today I got someone to join wordpress! A good friend of mine, Jessica, claimed she knew nothing about blogs, and now here she sits next to me, typing away about “her feelings.”

I helped her get set up with an account which is always fun picking designs and colors, and all kinds of stuff.

Anyway, I believe she’s still typing her first post, but it’s always fun to have support. So if you see this, be sure to visit her blog, especially because she’s hilarious… 99% of the time.

 I like Flavored Water.

Other than sharing my nerdiness, not too much has happened in the past few days.

I never thought I was the typical girl to whine about boys, and think too much about them, etc. But I’ve been doing exactly that. Apparently it’s not something that only some girls do. ALL GIRLS ACT LIKE THIS… much to my chagrin.

I’m semi-preparing for a get together this weekend, and surprisingly, at this moment, I’m not nervous at all. I think it’s because I’ve kind of thrown myself in the back corner and stopped thinking about what others think of me, because usually when I do that, I get shit all over. So I’m trying this boy thing from a different angle, and seeing if it hales different results. (read: success)

In other news, I’ve been looking at a few websites that I find entirely hilarious, and I think everyone should at least look at them once.

The First one: Postcards From Yo Momma
This website is all emails, letters, and chat logs of mothers speaking to their children. It is uncanny how similar moms are to each other, and makes me feel just a little bit better knowing my mom isn’t the only kooky lady on the block.

Second: The Foggy Monocle
This website is another blog chocked full of hilarity. This site include funny qwips from the owners of the site, and what follows is sickening, silly, stupid, and probably another S word I can’t think of right now. It’s all chat logs between guy friends on the crazy antics they ensue when they go out the previous night, etc. Worth a peek for sure.

Well that’s all for now, but I feel a writing bug coming up so I am sure that I’ll be blogging some more in the upcoming days.

~S