😀 Ever have one of those STOP THE WORLD! days?
One of those whatever can go wrong WILL go wrong days?
LOL! As you may have surmised by now, we’re having one o’ them thar days here at the Funny Farm.
Whatever I touch goes T-W-A-A-A-A-N-G-G-G!! or gets lost within 30 seconds. In-fukkin-credible!
I’ve spent half the morning searching for stuff or yakking on the phone to CSI’s trying to untangle the latest screw-up.
Latest fiasco: I LOST MY AMEX CARD!
Yes. Lost it.
Here in the house.
No. I haven’t been out of the house with it since the last time I had it in my hand, which was about 45 minutes ago while I was on the phone with an AMEX rep.
Dammit!!!!
all…
i…
wanted
to
do
this morning
was pay off the goddamn balance owing on that card.
After calling AMEX and ascertaining the current bottom line, the next task was to jump in the car, drive to the CU, and be sure the correct amount is transferred from checking to American Express; then be sure I have the correct figure for the remaining balance.
How hard IS this?
Find out the outrageous figure — several thousand dollars. Don’t ask!
Seek out the card case, wherein resides the AMEX card. The very card case that I just had in my hand.
And…it’s gone.
HUH???
Search for it.
Search for it. Search for it. Search for it.
Search the car for it. (the car??????)
Search the bedroom for it.
Search the office for it.
Search the office closet for it.
Search every purse in the house for it.
Search the family room for it,.
Search the bathroom for it. (the bathroom?????)
Search the kitchen for it.
Search the office again.
Search the car again.
Search the family room again.
Search the kitchen again.
Search every single purse again.
Goddamit, I can not find it!!!!!!!
Eventually I did find my checkbook. But I can’t find the secret code to get into the damnable online bank account. So I have no idea how much is in the checking account. No idea what has been autopaid. No idea how much is owed to AMEX.
All I know is…I’m losing my mind.
Finally did find the American Express card…tossed on the dining room table. Where else, eh? Doesn’t EVERYONE store their AMEX card on the dinner table?
Meanwhile, the scandalized Mac informs me there have been no backups for 772 days (there’s a reason for that…, the damned thing), I have only 17.567 GB of storage and I’m supposed to do something called “optimizing storage,” a term that might as well be in Martian, and that as we scribble the goddamn thing is running out of juice and will shut down in a couple of minutes.
How sick am I of life in the 21st Century?
Let me count the episodes of nausea….
Thank Goodness, you found the card! I feel ya, I really do.
One frustration after another, right?