So....

I am sitting here waiting for my mom to finally get ready to go out. Since waking up around nine this morning, we were planning to go shopping around the Las Vegas Strip, but because my dad had the car, we had to wait. Then dad came home and went to pick up my brother. Meanwhile, my mom is just now taking a shower - I have been ready for the past forty minutes. Bah. I'm bored. Oh, yeah, I have to make a deposit for my account. Speaking of banks, Wells Fargo and Best Buy are really irritating the living fuck out of me. A few months ago, in October, I bought a DVD at Best Buy and they offered me a free issue of Entertainment Weekly. I said yes, and they asked for my check card, which I stupidly let them use to complete the transaction. The problem was that I only had about a dollar in the account that I planned to close anyway.While I was at work a few days ago my dad called to inform me about the transaction. I have negative fifty in my Wells Fargo account (didn't close it as planned - procrastinating again). Twenty-four for a "subscription" that I never authorized, and the rest a fee for overdrawing. Jesus fucking Christ. I had to spend my lunch that day trying to get the idiots at the bank and the magazine to reverse the charges. Wells Fargo sent me a letter yesterday screaming for me to pay the fee. It's not my fault. Entertainment Weekly was supposed to reverse the charges. Apparently, the idiots are taking their sweet time giving me back my nonexistent "money". I'm glad I got a new account with Bank of America. At least they are competent people who will cooperate with me.

Don't even get me started about work. It fucking blows. They keep sticking me at cashwrap to deal with the psychotic customers. Some old guy yesterday made a scene when I asked for his photo ID with his credit card. He accused me of calling him a liar and a thief in a tone that the entire store could hear. (Checking ID with a credit card transaction is store policy as well as for his benefit). Even after I called for my manager, he impatiently barked at me to call her again while she was on her way. My manager knew I would never call a customer a liar or a thief. The bastard said he didn't have a photo ID because he was an alcoholic - they took his license away. In the meantime, his wife has stormed out of the store in humiliation while stunned customers looked on. Two ladies even stayed to defend me and say that I only asked for his ID. "She was insinuating that I was a thief!" the old guy continued to shriek as I just checked his signature with the credit card. My manager let it go. He wanted to file a complaint, sue us, and God knows what the hell else. As soon as he walked out of the store, I burst into laughter. That had to be the most amusement I ever had while at work. The rest of the day dragged on; by the time I went home, I was grumpy, tired, and hungry.

Needless to say, I really needed today off.