November has not been kind to me so far.
The car broke down. Twice. Towtrucks and transit and all kinds of bad things followed. I did learn this though: morning bus drivers are awesome, evening drivers need exorcisms and/or Xanax. Night/day stuff.
Then the furnace blew. Dad's waited until the following day, to be sure we couldn't sneak in any two for one housecalls.
-vember. No fun. No piece of mind or relaxation. Just no.
Today a seemingly simple jaunt for errands with Dad turned into something different when, after depositing my paycheque at the
drive through debit machine, it played whack a mole with my card. Told me to take it, but pushed it out far enough to be flush with the slot (only). Went back in, said "nanananana", then did it again - 3 times. I had my hammer in hand by this time, ready to fix the problem when an error message came up telling me my card would be retained.
I need that card...you see, no one gives me free gas for work. Groceries are required, unless the veggie lasagna I'd planned for tonight is made of jam and eggs.
I NEED my card. It is the IV that keeps the money flowing to my wallet. I have no credit cards, no rich sugar daddies and when something stands between me and my debit card, it's a 9.8 on the richter.
Just popped off a lovely email because if those people at Coast Capital think their Monday morning is going to be carefree and easy, they're wrong.
I will be waiting for them to courier my card to me. NO (there's that word again) - I want it sent by limousine. With wine on board. Driven by Kevin Bieksa.