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Feb. 9th, 2006 05:16 pmApparently someone on the west coast has obtained my bank card number and has been making charges. The bank called my dad and they cancelled the card and all but I'm going to need a new card (I had to get one in June anyway), and it's heads or tails on whether or not I can get cash out of the ATM. Which I will need for when we go and see The Seagull on Saturday. I guess it could be so much worse and I don't know what sort of things they were charging, but I have a feeling this ain't the last of that.
So for about ten minutes between my piping hot shower and checking my voicemail, I was completely unstressed.
If it's not one goddamned thing it's another.
ETA: Apparently it's a "one damn thing after another" week at my house, too.
1. My mother's brakes went out, although luckily it was when she was slowly pulling into the driveway so no one was hurt or anything.
2. My sixteen-year-old sister announced that she and her twenty-one-year-old friend would like to date. My father, being a wise, reasonable and surprisingly sane man, said no. She got defiant with him and said "she wasn't going to respect his wishes on this" (those were the words my mom used, knowing my sister, they were somewhat stronger, in the way that absinthe is stronger than tap water), and is now grounded.
By the way, the ATM machine at my bank card. I flailed, and called my dad, and he said, "Yeah, I thought it would." I resisted shouting "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT? IT WOULD HAVE SAVED ME A LOT OF PANIC."
I'm getting a headache. But rehearsal waits.
So for about ten minutes between my piping hot shower and checking my voicemail, I was completely unstressed.
If it's not one goddamned thing it's another.
ETA: Apparently it's a "one damn thing after another" week at my house, too.
1. My mother's brakes went out, although luckily it was when she was slowly pulling into the driveway so no one was hurt or anything.
2. My sixteen-year-old sister announced that she and her twenty-one-year-old friend would like to date. My father, being a wise, reasonable and surprisingly sane man, said no. She got defiant with him and said "she wasn't going to respect his wishes on this" (those were the words my mom used, knowing my sister, they were somewhat stronger, in the way that absinthe is stronger than tap water), and is now grounded.
By the way, the ATM machine at my bank card. I flailed, and called my dad, and he said, "Yeah, I thought it would." I resisted shouting "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT? IT WOULD HAVE SAVED ME A LOT OF PANIC."
I'm getting a headache. But rehearsal waits.
