dolari | Why won't you just WORK, dammit?

I've been thinking about this whole live journal thingy since Alison said "Maybe you can get one."

I thought of a whole introduction, the quote explaining my life right now, my attitude towards the human race, a couple cool thingies. A dissertation on life, the universe and everything, and maybe a few hand puppets or comedy sketches I thunked up.

Funk that. Today was crap, and I'm gonna let fly. You want all that jazzy stuff for an intro and quotes and maybe even the hand puppets, wait a few days, or better yet go here: http://www.dolari.org/vanity.htm.

Ya ever had one of those days where God, The Universe, The Fates or whatever Higher Power you may believe this week, pointed a finger at you and simply said "NO" all day long? Many moons ago, I used to be a slightly bit...unbalanced...in my thinking. My brain doesn't work right at the best of times. And one of the recurring thoughts is of me being God's Plaything.

[Side note, right now Superman is playing in my DVD drive - that part with the Phantom Zone swooping down and trapping The Big Baddies is SO cool, even for 1978. It left such a mark on my that the whole idea of trapping people in crystal shows up as a major plot line in one of my stories.]

Back to our story - Today was one of the days that whatever Guiding Force of Peace and Light treated me like that ant you used to put your hand in front of, just to keep it from going where it's going. You've done it. I know you have. I've been watching you.

I had 6 things to do today

Go file for unemployment
Get money out
Go get my heart medication
Go get dinner
Cash out my 401K
See my ex-girlfriend

[Side note #2 - those swirling hula hoops in the movie...how'd they do that?]

So's I get into my truck and take off to go file for unemployment. I try to make a right turn, but traffic is against me. A driver blocks the intersection on his red light and won't let me through to go . No prob! Happens all the time. Traffic starts, traffic stops. 2nd Red Light, and I'm blocked in AGAIN. Okay, that's fine. No problem, the next car will let me though. Nuthin' doin'. 3rd time, I'm blocked in again. This time the lady looks at me, points and laughs. I internally spew enough venom towards her and her progeny that I'm sure her breasts fell off at the next intersection. Stupid twit. I eventually give up, make a right, a left, a left and a right.

[#3 - There's that Phantom Zone again...you know who looks cute in that one dimensional prison? Helen Slater as Supergirl....]

It's 4PM. 4PM. I realize it's late in the business day, and I tend to be a night owl, but, c'mon. Unemployment office closed already? Yeesh. No problem. Considering I need to take my heart medication, I try to keep the rage down.

On to the wide wonderful world of banking! I pull up to our local ATM, (or MAC if you're from Pennsylvania). In goes my card, my PIN and my request for $10. Out comes the obligatory "We are temporarily unable to complete your transaction." Three ATMs later, I resolve that I won't be getting any cash today. No problem, no pain, no evil in the world as we know it...I can write a check!

Off we go to the pharmacist (or, depending on what part of the world you live in, apothecary, chemists or Earl's Pills'n'Pop). She plunks down my pills and I plunk down my checkbook. "$170" I began to resemble a bad Tex Avery cartoon, jaw dropping, eye popping, various twang noises. Turns out my insurance decided to drop me a bit early based. $170 is WAY outta my league right now. O pay the $30 for one of them and hope my ticker behaves until I get a good job. As you can imagine, I'm none too pleased at the world.

[Here's a thought. Jenn at a cool job interview. Gets all the benefits, good pay, almost like no work at all...and she has a heart attack at the interview.]

The Chinese Food dinner I have been saving up for all week craps out because of the former ATM problem. Damn you Pulse Machines. Damn you all to hell.

I come home, nearly empty handed and extremely upset. I can feel my heart racing at the last two hours events, behaving VERY badly. I connect to my previous employers web site, and try to get my 401K cashed out. 404 Not Found Error. Meh. I try again. Meh. I try again. @#$%! I call up their benefits line. I press 1. Then 1. Then 7. Then 2. Then my birth date. Then my Zip Code. Then my employee number. Then my password. Then 1. Then I'm given a choice "To cash out your 401K, press 1." I press it. The voice on the other end says in the cheeriest voice I've ever heard "We're sorry - to cash out your 401K Plan, you'll need to access the web site."

Thankfully, my floors are reinforced, otherwise there would be several craters where I attempted to walk to my computer to access the web site...YET AGAIN. This time I make it through...and go through the web site version of the 1172BirthdateZipCodeEmployeeNumber11. But I never find the link that says "Cash the damned 401K out." FINE. I call the number again, and ask for Customer Service. Which, strangely enough, I get! Or at least into the queue. After thirty minutes on hold, our cheery female says "Thank you for calling ConGlomCo Financial Corporation. We are now closed for the day. Please call again tomorrow. Thank you!" -=CLICK=-

I'm beginning to feel like a Plympton Cartoon.

[Ah, the Jor-El space education scene...Maybe I should just loop this chapter and let it relax me]

I give up...let's go see the ex-girlfriend. She's tried to remain a friend to me, and I'm trying to be friends to her, but it gets harder and harder everyday to see and talk to this person without crying. Maybe it was the days events. Maybe it was the complete and total frustration of the last two months. But after about ten minutes of sitting there with her...I had to leave. I had to get away and go go go go go. I get these fugue states occasionally. They can propel me halfway across the state. Today they propelled me back home where I got into my closet, cuddled up in a corner, covered myself with a blanket and hoped that an asteroid wouldn't randomly fly out of the heavens and hit me square on the head.

[How relevant - "What are you writing, Ms. Lane?" "'An Ode to Spring.' How many Cs in massacre?"]

I'm going to go to bed now, and pretend today never happened.