Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Week of Fun!!!
What an awesome week I had! Let me tell you all about it!!!
First, I got a letter from the IRS! I couldn't understand a freaking word of it, so I had to call them to get an explaination, which is so awesome. I love phone queues. Unfortunately, it turned out to be something minor; and here I was hoping I was being audited. Oh, well, disappointments will happen.
Then, I overdrew my checking account by ten cents, which resulted in one hundred and twenty dollars' worth of fees! I love the bank! Wooo!
I also began to deal with a student loan that I didn't even know I had for five years, which involved many forms, calls to people who don't care about me or my petty problems, and long, deep conversations with a collections agent. We're friends now.
And last but certainly not least, my scooter was stolen while Clurg, myself, and our fierce guard dog slept peacefully. Better yet, the next morning when I realized my scooter had been stolen, I couldn't find my phone, so I had to walk to the police station to file my report! And it was only ninety-five degrees outside! I love to sweat!
I think I'll go cry a little more and maybe take some time to wonder where my life went so horribly wrong. That sounds relaxing.
First, I got a letter from the IRS! I couldn't understand a freaking word of it, so I had to call them to get an explaination, which is so awesome. I love phone queues. Unfortunately, it turned out to be something minor; and here I was hoping I was being audited. Oh, well, disappointments will happen.
Then, I overdrew my checking account by ten cents, which resulted in one hundred and twenty dollars' worth of fees! I love the bank! Wooo!
I also began to deal with a student loan that I didn't even know I had for five years, which involved many forms, calls to people who don't care about me or my petty problems, and long, deep conversations with a collections agent. We're friends now.
And last but certainly not least, my scooter was stolen while Clurg, myself, and our fierce guard dog slept peacefully. Better yet, the next morning when I realized my scooter had been stolen, I couldn't find my phone, so I had to walk to the police station to file my report! And it was only ninety-five degrees outside! I love to sweat!
I think I'll go cry a little more and maybe take some time to wonder where my life went so horribly wrong. That sounds relaxing.
