Usually I'd use the 'choke a bitch' icon, but this calls for something stronger.
The MTA machine ate my monthly LIRR ticket.
The MTA machine ate my monthly LIRR ticket.
The MTA machine ate my monthly LIRR ticket.
...$234 dollars. And while October is mostly over, it'd still be $50 bucks for this week and $78 for next week to cover up the difference. The desire to stab something, it was very very high this morning.
I called the MTA, who has the most irritating automated system in the world, and finally got a human being who, upon being told the reason for the call, literally paused for just a minute in that 'oh damn' kind of way that sort of made me feel as if he at least understood the gravity of the situation. Then he asked me for some information, which I luckily had since the !@$%ing machine had given me a %^@#ing receipt instead of my @#$%@#-@#$%ing ticket.
So they have a maintenance guy coming out. And he's going to look in the machine and get my ticket out. And he'll call me when he comes. But if he doesn't call by the time I have to go home, well, that will just suck the big one, for starters, and to end, it'll mean that I have to call them back and talk to his supervisor. He said it should take about 40 minutes, but then he gave me the supervisor name so... who knows.
The annoyed. It has no bounds. Rly.
I probably won't be out any money, probably, but the 1. stress and 2. extra walking and 3. time is not something I need today when I'm going to see my father's side of the family later in the day.
ETA: Got it back! Ugh, feet hurt now, though.
The MTA machine ate my monthly LIRR ticket.
The MTA machine ate my monthly LIRR ticket.
...$234 dollars. And while October is mostly over, it'd still be $50 bucks for this week and $78 for next week to cover up the difference. The desire to stab something, it was very very high this morning.
I called the MTA, who has the most irritating automated system in the world, and finally got a human being who, upon being told the reason for the call, literally paused for just a minute in that 'oh damn' kind of way that sort of made me feel as if he at least understood the gravity of the situation. Then he asked me for some information, which I luckily had since the !@$%ing machine had given me a %^@#ing receipt instead of my @#$%@#-@#$%ing ticket.
So they have a maintenance guy coming out. And he's going to look in the machine and get my ticket out. And he'll call me when he comes. But if he doesn't call by the time I have to go home, well, that will just suck the big one, for starters, and to end, it'll mean that I have to call them back and talk to his supervisor. He said it should take about 40 minutes, but then he gave me the supervisor name so... who knows.
The annoyed. It has no bounds. Rly.
I probably won't be out any money, probably, but the 1. stress and 2. extra walking and 3. time is not something I need today when I'm going to see my father's side of the family later in the day.
ETA: Got it back! Ugh, feet hurt now, though.