So, I have decided I should not have gotten out of bed this morning. Earlier in the day yesterday I checked my bank account and had just enough money to pay all of my pending charges with like pennies to spare. Well, before bed I checked it again and a check I had written, and forgot about, had cleared and overdrew me like a couple dollars. I still had like six charges waiting to go through all for around $2 each. I figured, well, it's like 10pm, nothing else is gonna go through tonight so I will just have to pay like a $32 fee. My check is direct deposited 8am every Friday. Well, I checked my account as soon as I got up and every charge I had went through before my check. On top of the $32 charge I had gotten the night before, I had 6 new ones! I called the bank and told them this was bullshit because I got all of these because of the sequence they were put through, probably within minutes of each other and the girl I talked to said she was sure they would probably reverse at least a few of them. She called back about 10 minutes later and said she talked to her manager and he said absolutely not. So, for 6 charges, all under $5, I paid $32 each. I didn't see a penny of my check. The bad part is that I keep all my money in the bank, so I have nothing. I don't carry cash. I told them to fuck off. We have banked with them for 6 years and this is what we get. This is also on top of them "accidentally" closing my account 2 months ago.
I had to borrow money off of my grandma, yay, and the whole time I was there I was hearing this shit about how I need to be living within my means. I was like what means? I don't actually make enough money to pay all of my bills, seriously, I've added it up before. My husband is in college and I work in a fucking photo lab. I'm loaded.
On top of all this, my husbands car caught on fire the other day, which left us with my gas guzzling Blazer, and both of us needing to go places in completely opposite directions. We borrowed his moms huge truck, which takes twice as much gas as my Blazer, and the price per gallon went up to $3.20 a gallon yesterday.
I can't wait to go to sleep, of course, my dreams will probably be fucked up too, but at least I can wake up from them. Maybe.
I had to borrow money off of my grandma, yay, and the whole time I was there I was hearing this shit about how I need to be living within my means. I was like what means? I don't actually make enough money to pay all of my bills, seriously, I've added it up before. My husband is in college and I work in a fucking photo lab. I'm loaded.
On top of all this, my husbands car caught on fire the other day, which left us with my gas guzzling Blazer, and both of us needing to go places in completely opposite directions. We borrowed his moms huge truck, which takes twice as much gas as my Blazer, and the price per gallon went up to $3.20 a gallon yesterday.
I can't wait to go to sleep, of course, my dreams will probably be fucked up too, but at least I can wake up from them. Maybe.
trust me i know the feeling.
feel better soon. give yourself a pedicure.