bitterdiva

Peaks and Hudson valleys

It's the end of the second week of the fall 2005 semester; I have finalized all adds and drops, purchased all required texts totaling $180 for two classes, and still am broker than broke. My two credit card companies have decided to fuck with me and lower my available balance without any written acknowledgements, notices, mailings. I was going to purchase my Financial Accounting text today when I accidentally handed her my credit card, understand mind you that I had at that point only been out of bed for 10 minutes. It was a blessing that I did, because the clerk informed me it had been declined. Thinking to myself, "I have a G left on that thing wtf," and hand her the correct card, my savings one.

So, should an emergency arise, like the country begins to fail and the Million Monkey Army takes over urban control, I'm not going to escape. Perhaps credit cards are reigning in on their users due to Katrina, perhaps I'm a bad client. I am, I freely admit it, I used up all my credit when K and I first got an apartment and have been paying it off ever since. Credit cards are evil, especially in the hands of college students. I'm atoning for my past.

Looking forward this week to driving down to Hudson for my job, to take some pictures of an event, and even try my hand at writing. Since my department has only a writer, a designer, and a .5 webmaster, I have to help pick up some slack and take on more tasks. I don't mind writing, I enjoy it in fact, I knew it would be an inevitable task to pick up. My workload is of three to four people, it seems the organization's policy is: if you're incompetent, you get less work, if you're competent, you get the work taken away from those incompetents until you yourself start fucking up and become incompetent. I'm beyond my saturation point, tottering between insanity and utter apathy. I enjoy the apathy better, I feel less guilt.

2 prayers | 05:22 PM

My labors

Whereas some people would be griling, drinking, merry-making, I was cleaning. The kitchen & the floor, the dining room, the living room, the bar, my bedroom. I did grocery, clothes shopping. Returned 102 bottles of beer on the floor, not the wall. Made some eats. Watched Kung-Fu Hustle. Played lots of Spider Solitaire. Bought a plug/socket converter attachment for the porch. Oooh and a hamper. And a website skeleton. It was quite the productive weekend for me. Now I get to start classes tomorrow and relax when I get home. I deserve it.

2 prayers | 10:34 PM

Hallelujah

I just found my first copy of Shaun of the Dead that's been missing since February. It was on the inside of my computer case. Now if I can only find the $50 that I last saw before my vacation in Portland.

02:10 PM

From the wtf dept.

Tonight around 9 p.m., our downstairs neighbors crashed into the concrete step on the front porch. Granted, the accident was probably around 25 mph, but the fact remains, how the eff do you crash into the place you're living? To add in this, a cop was right there when it happened, finally a time when you need a cop, they're there. Except for one thing, no ticket was given, no incident report, nothing. The landlady is so totally going to hear about this one. I still think the woman was either drunk or high. I could be wrong, it could have been one of those the pedal got stuck issues. Or the wheel got stuck. Or my bag of O'Dweeds fell under the seat and I needed to retrieve it. The good thing: they completely missed my car.

1 prayer | 11:22 PM