Wonderful friday today. Woke up at 8:30 am. Called bank to see if direct deposit paycheck had been posted yet so as I could pay my rent and continue to live indoors. Nope. Not yet. Call back at nine. Nothing yet. (This happens every payday.) Call back at ten. Bank says there was no payment posted at all. Supress rage, hie myself to Human resources. H.R chic says payment sent, will make calls after lunch. After much telephone merriment, discover that payment was posted, but bounced because the bank closed my account. Seems that altho I had a few bucks left in the account, they applied end-of-quarter service charges and drained account to zero. After which they closed it. (All without notifying me). They would not rectifiy this until Monday. After more teliphonic merriment, I got the Supervisor to approve a $400 withdrawl so as I could pay rent and purchase foodstuffs.
After driving downtown to pay rent, whilst journying to a purveyer of foody goodness, car makes frightening grinding sound. I pull over immediately and investigate. Am surprised to discover the main accesesory drive belt has jumped the system and attempted to shred itself. Further examination shows this to be due to the dampener pully on the crankshaft disassembleing itself.
Friend called, car draged to nearby automotive repair guys. Repair done quickly and efficently. Repair costs consume all but four dollars of my remaining funds.
Four dollars and wife’s state quarter collection sacrificed in order that we might have food until Monday, when the remainder of my paycheck is supposed to arrive at the bank.
And now for my feelings on the above.
GODDAMN FUCKING BANK! GODDAMN FUCKING CAR!
Did I mention it was 94 degrees today?