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I didn't go to my Yiddish class for the past 3 or 4 classes. It is a TR class, so that means I haven't been in 2 weeks, and I think we have a paper due Tuesday. Today class was apparently cancelled. Maybe. Nobody was there. Normally we get an email announcing these things, but there was no email. Please, oh please, Yiddish Jew-god, do not let me fail your class. I am pretty good to one of your people. Also, don't let him fail his classes either; I like having him around and less morose than he's been recently.
My rent check apparently bounced. Grrr-eat. It wasn't supposed to bounce. I totally had money in my account. Adequate money at all times. I went to the bank on the like, shittiest day of the week when I found out this'd happened. Well, first I called Wolfe and Ass a few times. They kept directing me to the voicemail of this James character who was apparently "out on lunch" from about noon until about 5. He couldn't have helped anyway, so onward to the bank.
I stomped in, exhausted from this sweltering "do you have like frappuccinos" 6 hour work day, sweating and basically without an iota of patience for any of god's adorable little creatures in the world and was beckoned to a little desk by the bank ... girl. employee? I stood at the desk leaning forward with my hands on the courtesy chair and delivered this amazing demi-tirade:
"My rent check bounced. I have had adequate funds since 3 days before I wrote that check. My landlord is going to charge me $100 for this."
*sits down. removes sunglasses. delivers piercing glare*
"This is your problem, and not mine."
Turns out there was actually no reason at all for the check to bounce. No reason. It was a bank error. They wrote me a letter to give to Wolfe, explaining that since the $100 is basically just a punishment fine, I shouldn't have to pay for the banking institution's mistake.
Ha.
Wolfe called the next day to kindly explain that I would have to pay their little fine, or have the bank pay it. Fuckers. Then I asked if, since I'd finally gotten ahold of someone at the Wolfe office, they could tell me if my apartment was still available for next year.
James @ Wolfe office: "oh, you can just check when you come in to pay your rent, plus $100, in cash. When you come to the office."
me: OOOOH thanks! That's really convenient!
James: ha ha ha. Well, see you then! *hangs up*
They're really really dumb. I'm going to buy a bunch of those "WARNING" signs they have at Home Depot and put them up above all of the "managed by Wolfe and Ass" plaques in IV. Aren't I funny?
My rent check apparently bounced. Grrr-eat. It wasn't supposed to bounce. I totally had money in my account. Adequate money at all times. I went to the bank on the like, shittiest day of the week when I found out this'd happened. Well, first I called Wolfe and Ass a few times. They kept directing me to the voicemail of this James character who was apparently "out on lunch" from about noon until about 5. He couldn't have helped anyway, so onward to the bank.
I stomped in, exhausted from this sweltering "do you have like frappuccinos" 6 hour work day, sweating and basically without an iota of patience for any of god's adorable little creatures in the world and was beckoned to a little desk by the bank ... girl. employee? I stood at the desk leaning forward with my hands on the courtesy chair and delivered this amazing demi-tirade:
"My rent check bounced. I have had adequate funds since 3 days before I wrote that check. My landlord is going to charge me $100 for this."
*sits down. removes sunglasses. delivers piercing glare*
"This is your problem, and not mine."
Turns out there was actually no reason at all for the check to bounce. No reason. It was a bank error. They wrote me a letter to give to Wolfe, explaining that since the $100 is basically just a punishment fine, I shouldn't have to pay for the banking institution's mistake.
Ha.
Wolfe called the next day to kindly explain that I would have to pay their little fine, or have the bank pay it. Fuckers. Then I asked if, since I'd finally gotten ahold of someone at the Wolfe office, they could tell me if my apartment was still available for next year.
James @ Wolfe office: "oh, you can just check when you come in to pay your rent, plus $100, in cash. When you come to the office."
me: OOOOH thanks! That's really convenient!
James: ha ha ha. Well, see you then! *hangs up*
They're really really dumb. I'm going to buy a bunch of those "WARNING" signs they have at Home Depot and put them up above all of the "managed by Wolfe and Ass" plaques in IV. Aren't I funny?