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not again..
Jun. 30th, 2010 11:20 pmThis has been a really crappy day. I had all these grand plans of being productive and maybe getting Alexiels dress done before or after work. Was going to get stuff cut out for one of my commissions..and all that went in the tank really quickly.
I got nothing done. I went to cut out hte pieces for the commission only to find out I had bought the wrong color fabric. I should have black..I bought blue. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess my printer made the outfit look blue..so that was what I went with. Now I have to return that fabric and try and get the right color which means ANOTHER trip to Winston. So not going tomorrow though. I have a doctor's appt. I think it is just a regular check up to make sure the cancer isn't back, but I'm not really sure. It means bloodwork..which means needles..which means I'm going to be miserable. I'm so glad I have the day off.
Then at work I started to get a stomach ache about halfway through my shift and by the time it was 8 o'clock I was hurting a lot and just wanted to go home but we had these customers that would just NOT LEAVE. So we didn't get out of there until 8:30.
Then when I got home and finally got some food in me, my father was like, "Have some trouble with your bank account?"
I was like..what? no.
Father: Then why did you overdraft?
Me: WTF?!!?
I am so careful with my money because it is so tight. It isn't my bank account, its in my father's name but I put all my money in it and pay my bills from it because of the whole insurance thing. Well somewhere, something must have gone wrong because the bank sent a note saying I overdrafted by 25 cents and now owed them $40. so I spent about 2 hours trying to locate bank statements and looking at the internet trying to figure out where my money went.
I was so careful about leaving $104 in my account so that I wouldn't get the stupid $5 charge for going under $100..and somehwhere along the way I must have done something to be 25 cents in the hole. But we just can't figure out how or where. we've been looking and looking and it just doesn't make sense. My father is going to keep looking over everything and print off the internet statement and try to figure it out. But now I"m just like..great..so I'm $140 poorer then I thought and I have bills to pay.
So because I wasn't feeling well to begin with and I was getting scolded and frustrated I just kind of broke down and was balling my eyes out as I tried to go through my (rather poor) filing system looking for my statements.
I just really want to curl up in a corner and forget about everything today. I'm so glad I have tomorrow off because I don't think I'll be in a very good mood tomorrow. Maybe I'll go see Toy Story 3..probably wont' cheer me up because apparently it makes everyone cry..but then at least I can forget about money and everything for awhile.
I got nothing done. I went to cut out hte pieces for the commission only to find out I had bought the wrong color fabric. I should have black..I bought blue. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess my printer made the outfit look blue..so that was what I went with. Now I have to return that fabric and try and get the right color which means ANOTHER trip to Winston. So not going tomorrow though. I have a doctor's appt. I think it is just a regular check up to make sure the cancer isn't back, but I'm not really sure. It means bloodwork..which means needles..which means I'm going to be miserable. I'm so glad I have the day off.
Then at work I started to get a stomach ache about halfway through my shift and by the time it was 8 o'clock I was hurting a lot and just wanted to go home but we had these customers that would just NOT LEAVE. So we didn't get out of there until 8:30.
Then when I got home and finally got some food in me, my father was like, "Have some trouble with your bank account?"
I was like..what? no.
Father: Then why did you overdraft?
Me: WTF?!!?
I am so careful with my money because it is so tight. It isn't my bank account, its in my father's name but I put all my money in it and pay my bills from it because of the whole insurance thing. Well somewhere, something must have gone wrong because the bank sent a note saying I overdrafted by 25 cents and now owed them $40. so I spent about 2 hours trying to locate bank statements and looking at the internet trying to figure out where my money went.
I was so careful about leaving $104 in my account so that I wouldn't get the stupid $5 charge for going under $100..and somehwhere along the way I must have done something to be 25 cents in the hole. But we just can't figure out how or where. we've been looking and looking and it just doesn't make sense. My father is going to keep looking over everything and print off the internet statement and try to figure it out. But now I"m just like..great..so I'm $140 poorer then I thought and I have bills to pay.
So because I wasn't feeling well to begin with and I was getting scolded and frustrated I just kind of broke down and was balling my eyes out as I tried to go through my (rather poor) filing system looking for my statements.
I just really want to curl up in a corner and forget about everything today. I'm so glad I have tomorrow off because I don't think I'll be in a very good mood tomorrow. Maybe I'll go see Toy Story 3..probably wont' cheer me up because apparently it makes everyone cry..but then at least I can forget about money and everything for awhile.
