...and July ends on a rollercoaster
I'm going to try and keep it short.
My workplace didn't direct-deposit my first check like we thought they would, and as it turns out, most companies don't direct-deposit the first paycheck. I didn't know this, and when I found out the money wasn't in my bank account this morning (the money that would prevent mom's mortgage check from bouncing once I put it in her account), she exploded. "What the fuck do you propose I'm going to do with $180 in overdraw fees?! If we don't get your check TO-MORROW, we're SCREWED!" So then I sat on my bed for four hours, calling the bank's customer service number and talking with the representative about every possible way to waive the overdraw fees from the bounced check.
Then, I get the news that one of my old friends from Plainfield Central High School was found dead in her apartment with her wrists cut this afternoon and was pronounced dead at the scene around 3:30. One of my friends still regularly talks with her, and was the one who called my cell phone and broke the news to me. Apparently, she'd gone through the same thing I went through with my mom last June; her mom basically told her she hated her and wanted her out of her life, except my old friend handled it even worse than I did.
About 4:05, and mom calls my cell. She's much calmer, and explains to me that it's not my fault that my check didn't come on time, that we forgot that most places don't direct-deposit the first check even when you tell them you want it put directly into the checking account, and that she thinks we may have caught a break because bank activities usually cease during the weekend, but postal service is active on Saturday; meaning that hopefully, I'll get my check tomorrow afternoon, and the mortgage check won't clear the bank until Monday.
In sum, I spent most of the day crying, half over wondering what my mom would do to me when she got home, and half because of my bygone old friend. All I can say for now is, I hope I get the check tomorrow, and I hope my buddy can finally rest in peace.
I'm going to go eat pepperoni pizza now. It's the only thing I've eaten all day since the Lucky Charms I had at 7:00 this morning.
My workplace didn't direct-deposit my first check like we thought they would, and as it turns out, most companies don't direct-deposit the first paycheck. I didn't know this, and when I found out the money wasn't in my bank account this morning (the money that would prevent mom's mortgage check from bouncing once I put it in her account), she exploded. "What the fuck do you propose I'm going to do with $180 in overdraw fees?! If we don't get your check TO-MORROW, we're SCREWED!" So then I sat on my bed for four hours, calling the bank's customer service number and talking with the representative about every possible way to waive the overdraw fees from the bounced check.
Then, I get the news that one of my old friends from Plainfield Central High School was found dead in her apartment with her wrists cut this afternoon and was pronounced dead at the scene around 3:30. One of my friends still regularly talks with her, and was the one who called my cell phone and broke the news to me. Apparently, she'd gone through the same thing I went through with my mom last June; her mom basically told her she hated her and wanted her out of her life, except my old friend handled it even worse than I did.
About 4:05, and mom calls my cell. She's much calmer, and explains to me that it's not my fault that my check didn't come on time, that we forgot that most places don't direct-deposit the first check even when you tell them you want it put directly into the checking account, and that she thinks we may have caught a break because bank activities usually cease during the weekend, but postal service is active on Saturday; meaning that hopefully, I'll get my check tomorrow afternoon, and the mortgage check won't clear the bank until Monday.
In sum, I spent most of the day crying, half over wondering what my mom would do to me when she got home, and half because of my bygone old friend. All I can say for now is, I hope I get the check tomorrow, and I hope my buddy can finally rest in peace.
I'm going to go eat pepperoni pizza now. It's the only thing I've eaten all day since the Lucky Charms I had at 7:00 this morning.