What Fresh Hell is This?

I'm glad you asked. It's my Friday, actually.

Okay, before I get into the groaning about the incredibly weird number of things to go wrong today, I will preface this with the fact that I have managed to stay in reasonably good humour most of the day, except for the moment I broke down in tears with my bank manager's voicemail and blathered like an idiot to my boss. Aside from that, I was pretty darn charismatic and upbeat. Just in a defeated kind of way every now and again.

Things started yesterday when I decided it was time to go ahead and swap out my iPOD battery. Again. (17 hours of playtime my ass.) I've done it before, I rock the iPOD battery change, babe, so yeah, I wandered into the Mac shop to get the battery and was helped by this so-adorable young thing. I went to pay as we chit-chatted and smiled and all that, and what happens? My debit card gets a "card not set up" message after I do the code-punching thingie and all that. Say what? So, I go to the bank, try to get cash, and it rejects my attempts with "see your branch" messages.

I talk to the bank, and the chick I'm talking to tells me everything's hunky dory and it all should be peachy keen, go try again. I do. Same dealie-o. I padfoot it back to my office, puzzled, and decide morning entails a visit to my branch to get the new card the chickie on the phone said was plan B.

I get up this morning, make myself the cutest I'm able at present, get geared up and head out into the way-too-cold "yeah, it's december" air and hoof it to the bank. I explain I'm having problems. The woman opens my account and says, "So, you withdrew $400 yesterday?"

"I did what?"

"$400? Yesterday?"

"I so did not. What the hell?"

"So, I guess you didn't withdraw $400 the day before that, too?"

"No, the day before that I spent $5 and 70 fucking cents at Wendy's, thanks." Looking now at the screen she's turned towards me, I further comment, "Oh, my god! I didn't deposit $900 in that city on Wednesday, either! ACK!"

"Okay, so you've been a victim of skimming. Here, let me go get some forms..."

Fuckety-fuck-fuck. So, long story short, these assholes deposited an empty envelope, claiming it was $900 cheque deposit. (I don't even merit them writing a fake cheque, it appears. I'm only of the empty envelope calibre, it would seem. :P )

Shortened long story longer, I was told all would be cool. Things would get reversed. I may not owe a lot of money, but my ass is overdrawn by about $1500. I freaked out, though, when I went to buy a $5 sammich and got an insufficient funds message. I checked out online back at the office and found it telling me I was now down $2300. It totally freaked me out since rent's due and is more than what would have remained after my payqueque was eaten up by the overextended overdraft. Then there's the small matter of my eating out too much this week and no groceries kicking around. Food's always nice on a weekend. So, I got panicky about the cash. Left a "started off competent" message on the bank manager's phone, and then got all "wah, wah!" about it pretty quick. Slumped off to my boss before she got cracking on paycheques and threw a teary hypothetical her way. (Had a promise they'd give me extra cash if needed. Coolies. My bosses rock.)

Things got a little ugly after that, and then they got fixed, and all is pretty well now.

Except for the iPOD thing.

See, in all my "I rock the iPOD battery" bravado, I somehow fucked up the battery install on my iPOD and while it seems the whirring parts whir and the playing parts play and the shiny thinkie parts think, it would seem I've somehow disabled the audio output.

I may have failed to properly plug things in. I'm goin' back in it tomorrow and I'll try everything out. Maybe it's just Today. There's no fucking way I'm touching it tonight. Things Were Off all day. Why tempt fate. I mean, even the tomatoes on my sandwich were too liquidy and turned my toasted rye all soggy. Just off! Not good. Not bad, but thank god it's 24 hours. Tomorrow's a better, different day.

On the upside, though, it was a decent weird day. I had to spend about 90 minutes watching sex at work, which was kind of weird (yes, paid work) but somebody's got to do the dirty jobs.

Walking to work was good, for instance. I had my camera for a change lately, and passed by a wall of cell phone ads, all postered up in a construction underpass. Somebody graffitied something and I laughed my ass off, snapped the shot (I'll upload it sometime, has to do with a cellphone, 6" person, and a "dick") and sallied on. Grabbed a coffee (and free, which was nice) and came out and saw a woman sitting with a dog and her camera. I work in a chichi part of town, so her little shitzu's all trussed up in a doggy jacket. Naturally, I looked at it.

The little fuckin' rat dog-shitzu dog's wearing a customized doggy jacket that reads "I eat pussies".

So, I stop, ask for say-so, then snap a shot of him, and starting chatting to the chick, both of us cracking each other up. I took a gamble, pulled out my camera and showed her the graffiti shot and she about died laughing and demanded to know where it was. She wanted to get the shot, too. Ha.

All in all, it was a bad-ish day since having my iPOD die right as I'm being relegated to pedestrian and transit person kinda really fucking sucks, man. If I ressurrect the iPOD tomorrow, then all will be right in my world. If I fail, then it means I reprioritize it on the list of things I planned to get in the coming weeks, which means my wishlist 80 gig iPOD will become a 4 gig nanopod to make it happen now (meaning in two weeks) instead of when I get $400, but whatever, man. :)

I will say this: I have been getting a surprising amount of attention from guys in the last couple of days. This bussing thing might just be the thing the doctor ordered. And I'm trying to decide whether I'm going to attempt to chat up this cute boy again sometime from the shop. Maybe I need more computer upgrades and he's the only one I can trust for a hard drive. Hmm.

Anyhow. My day was still a good-ish day, too. Just... weird. And I'm sending out bad juju to the motherfucker that stole money from me. (Oh, and how do you like this for weird gets weirder? GayBoy had his account hacked the same day, same amount. I got hit two days in a row, though. Fuckers. So, big operation. Weeeird.)

Now... to show this red wine a little more attention, and find me something to eat. I see granola in my future.

THE NEXT DAY:
Tee hee! I ROCK. I fixed my iPOD. Turns out that one of the ports from the, I guess, audio output thingiemabob had come loose. I slid the battery out so I could see the weird angle where this port thingie is, and finally got it jammed in good after about three tries.

But it works! And with a new battery, is gonna love me long time! Woo! Off to brekkie with friends and food shopping, ooh, fun.