Sweet Justice
So, FINALLY I managed to get together with exRoomie today to go cash our deposit check. We had to go to a branch of Crazy's bank to try to get it cashed because the check was in both of our names and we don't have an account together. Nor did either one of us have enough money in our respective accounts to cash it at one of our banks. So, first we had to figure out what bank it was, because the name of the bank on the check was one this bank hasn't actually used in almost 4 years. Then I found out they have a branch by where I work and if we timed it right, I could slip out of work for a few and we could meet there in the hour between when she got out of work and when it closed.
This is like the final kick in the ass from her, right?
So we go in and explain it to the girl at the counter and at first she seems like your typical hourly employee with an attitude of "this falls outside the scope of what I normally do so I'm going to tell you it can't be done." She then calls her manager and explains the situation and gives Crazy's account number. The girl's face visibly changed. She got off the phone and explained that normally she would have to call the person who wrote the check and verify with them that it was OK to cash, but she wasn't even going to do that and would just go ahead and cash it because "we have our own problems with her."
OH. MY. GOD. Validation. Look, it's not like I didn't know she wasn't a crazy horrible woman through this whole thing. But the thing is, only me, Crazy, and exRoomie truly know what transpired in the last 6 weeks over this whole situation. So to have an outside perspective tell us, yes, in fact, she is crazy and a bitch? Felt SOOOOO good. Plus, bonus, I have my money and the whole thing's done with. Amen.
PS I feel as though I may have forgotten to mention something that may be relevant to some people who read this, as I have been talking about it forever and they have been hoping for it forever. I got a haircut. A serious one. Initially I didn't say anything because I had severe anxiety that it didn't look good. Then I wrote a whole big drama-filled post about trying to make it look good and never ended up posting that. And then I got distracted by art and marriage and work and life in general. But yes, I have a Haircut. It requires maintenance, about which I am not thrilled but I suppose one could have a low maintenance cut that never looks bad but never looks great or one could have a cut requiring maintenance that has the potential to look awesome with considerably little work. I posted one new pic on myspace, doesn't really show off the cut too well, but Kris and I both look fantastic, aside from the goofy look on my face. Maybe I will do one of those cool, hip, in-the-mirror, from-a-funny-angle self portraits all the kids are doing these days.
ETA: OK the pic is up and it is not awesome and it took 12 tries to get one right, but there you have it so you can see.
~The Rock Star is in the right and she knows it.
This is like the final kick in the ass from her, right?
So we go in and explain it to the girl at the counter and at first she seems like your typical hourly employee with an attitude of "this falls outside the scope of what I normally do so I'm going to tell you it can't be done." She then calls her manager and explains the situation and gives Crazy's account number. The girl's face visibly changed. She got off the phone and explained that normally she would have to call the person who wrote the check and verify with them that it was OK to cash, but she wasn't even going to do that and would just go ahead and cash it because "we have our own problems with her."
OH. MY. GOD. Validation. Look, it's not like I didn't know she wasn't a crazy horrible woman through this whole thing. But the thing is, only me, Crazy, and exRoomie truly know what transpired in the last 6 weeks over this whole situation. So to have an outside perspective tell us, yes, in fact, she is crazy and a bitch? Felt SOOOOO good. Plus, bonus, I have my money and the whole thing's done with. Amen.
PS I feel as though I may have forgotten to mention something that may be relevant to some people who read this, as I have been talking about it forever and they have been hoping for it forever. I got a haircut. A serious one. Initially I didn't say anything because I had severe anxiety that it didn't look good. Then I wrote a whole big drama-filled post about trying to make it look good and never ended up posting that. And then I got distracted by art and marriage and work and life in general. But yes, I have a Haircut. It requires maintenance, about which I am not thrilled but I suppose one could have a low maintenance cut that never looks bad but never looks great or one could have a cut requiring maintenance that has the potential to look awesome with considerably little work. I posted one new pic on myspace, doesn't really show off the cut too well, but Kris and I both look fantastic, aside from the goofy look on my face. Maybe I will do one of those cool, hip, in-the-mirror, from-a-funny-angle self portraits all the kids are doing these days.
ETA: OK the pic is up and it is not awesome and it took 12 tries to get one right, but there you have it so you can see.
~The Rock Star is in the right and she knows it.