The past few days have been nutzness. I don't remember what last I wrote about but here's a big update. Mom had to go to Jewel to get her stuff. We were fighting about the universe and the fact that she only wanted to go buy her stuff and not anything elese and she "didn't feel good" of course. So she wanted me to go get some stuff while she went to liquor. We drove up to the Jewel side doors and I was prepared for her to just put out her cigarette and jump out like usual. However, this was not any normal trip to the store. The bitch wouldn't get out of the fucking car or put out her cigarette or anything so I literally moved the car up a few feet and parked in the no parking zone. If everyone else can do it, so can I. She woudln't get out, and we kept screaming at each other. Finally we agreed that I would pull up to the Osco doors and let her out. She gave me money for pop and lunchmeat and stuff and she got out of the car. She was being slow again and now there was another SUV behind me and ppl everywhere so I screamed at her to get out. I started to move and there was a HONK HONK HONK!!! from the golden Town of Munster vehicle behind me. Mom was in the store and I rolled down my window realizing I was about to get ticketed because of mom being an ass. The evil cop who wasn't even a cop and didn't have a goddamn badge was like "ok so you were in the no parking zone for 4 minute over there, now 2 minutes over here, what's the problem?" I was like "my mother doesn't walk well and couldn't decide what she wanted to do and blah blah" he cut me off and was like "if I see you again, young lady, it's a $100 fine." and walked back to his car. Motherfucker!
Well I was all upset over this and was trying to figure out how to go park and realized I better not go up the down isle so I had to literally exit onto the big street called Ridge Road and go behind the building and come back up around. Then I still had to find someplace to park-disaster. I finally got into Osco, mom was checking out, there was a lady behind her and I just caused a complete scene and screamed at her "YOU ALMOST COST ME A $100 TICKET!!! Everyone was looking at me. I didn't care. We started yelling at each other again and then I saw the evil "cop" who wasn't a cop. (I kept thinking he would arrest me.) I went and bought my stuff but I kept running into the guy! AAAAAHHHHHH.
As long as we're on the topic of service with a smile, Saturday was fun as well. EVERYONE NEEDS TO BOYCOTT 5/3 BANK FOR THE NEXT MONTH OR SO. Have you ever been basically turned away at a bank over putting money into your damn checking account? Something very simple I would tend to say. Thank goodness I have my saving's account a few blocks away at Centier bank where they are nice and like me. See, I was a retard and the world decided to dick me over which I deserved a little bit. I've been in the BMG music club for almost 10 years. I've bought some cds and earned free pts and gotten free cds from that. I've also paid my share of money over CDs that I didn't order for not filling out my reply cards either online or by mail. I received Britney Spears this way and you can read an entry about that somewhere on this blog of you go back a few months. I also received Maroon 5 Songs About Jane and that was a really good cd. Now usually when i get hit with these evil cds I get billed $22.02 This month, I received something about billboards greats hits of the 80s or something and its got 2 disks for $28 and change. My jaw almost hit the fucking floor when I saw the bill. I was so mad cuz I didn't have enough money so I had to start to panic cuz the bill was due on Sat and the banks weren't gonna be open all day and aaaahhhh! I counted the change in my Dew bank and there was $15.20 and then I had $5 in my checking account already, but I still had to borrow money from Dude. He gave me a satanic dollar, it was funny. OK HERE'S THE IMPORTANT PART OF THE STORY for those of you still reading lol. I got all my money togeher and had enough, went to 5/3 bank to write my check and enter my money in. Their coin machine is broken. Fine with me. I hand the lady my piece of paper with the amount of coins in quarters, nickles, and dimes. The fucking teller gives me attitude and says 'i'll add your dollars, but we're already on monday's date, so you can get your coins counted elsewhere, because I don't have room for that much coin in here" (holds up the coin till they keep by them). I couldn't believe it. I almost screamed YOU'RE A FUCKING BANK, YOU HAVE ALL THE ROOM IN THE WORLD FOR MONEY!!!! I HAVE IT COUNTED FOR YOU!!! Then she rubbed salt into the wound. "anyway, we get 5% now if we count your coins."
Well I should have thrown myself on the floor and had a tantrum, kept my cool instead and said fine and went to my savings bank and told them this ordeal. Pat was so upset, she said that should be a service of the bank and they shouldn't be charging for that. Pat counted my money and I mailed my bill. Then just to be a bitch I went back to 5/3 bank and put the money in the checking account that day because in my little warped mind it was "fuck you, here's the money you don't want me to keep in your bank assholes" I needed to put in there cuz I would forget and buy Cds with it or something.
I quit. thanks for reading. mom is being an ass so i have to go now.
blinkies coming soon.
melissa
No comments:
Post a Comment