Why am I up right now? I would really rather be in bed.

I got up at 8am to grab my paper and then go back to bed. I opened the door and no paper. So I made myself less scary-looking, since I had just gotten out of bed, and went down to the entryway to see if the papers were there. On my way, I happened to notice a paper in front of another apartment. No papers in the entryway. So I called to tell them I didn’t get my paper that there was one down the hall so I know they’ve been delivered. He said he’d send one out ‘on the truck’ for me. I have no idea when I’ll get that. So … here I sit up and now wide awake (but still frickin’ tired) waiting for the paper. Hell … I haven’t even turned on the tv or any music. Maybe I’m not awake yet … LOL.

I was really hoping he’d tell me that the one down the hall was actually for me. I don’t think anyone lives in that apartment, but I’m not sure. He said that they had a lot of substitute delivery people this weekend. Great. I just hope they bring my paper soon so I can at least get in the shower and get a head start on the day.

Mood: cranky

I’m giving you fair warning … you’d better plug your ears …
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Mood: cranky

When I went to work this morning, I noticed a sign on the window by the door. Someone is offering a reward for info about vandalism done to their truck Saturday nite. I guess someone drilled a hole in their gas tank to steal gas. I know that gas prices keep rising (it’s $2.74/gal as of tonite when I drove past the gas station I usually go to), but COME ON!! Vandalizing someone else’s vehicle so you can put some gas in your tank. Maybe someone should let our ‘president’ know that. Then maybe he’ll stop worrying so damn much about foreign affairs and do something about issues on his own soil (sorry … got political there for a minute … I try to avoid politics. I’ll stop now before the secret service comes ’round to get me for saying something ‘not nice’ about our ‘president’ … lol).

I am just glad that I have a garage. Not that I’ve got much gas in my tank right now anyways … I’m hoping it’ll last ’til Friday when I get paid.

I’m always good at paying my bills. I plan my budget, and I always pay the bills on time. But right now I’m pissed off at Wells Fargo. My car is financed through them. No problems thus far. They’ve given me options to skip payments … generally one in the summer and one at Christmas time. Thus far … yeah … no problems … ’til NOW. My payment is due on Friday (the 20th). No problem there. Money in account to pay for it. But … um … excuse me … where the FUCK is my statement?!? How am I supposed to pay my bill on time when they don’t even frickin’ send me a bill. Yeah, it’s always due at the same time every month … but they send a statement and an envelope. If I haven’t gotten the statement today (Tuesday … the 17th) … there’s no way I can mail it in and get it in on time. I can’t pay it online ‘cuz I don’t have a checking account with Wells Fargo. Thank goodness I can go to the bank directly and make a payment. I’m gonna do that tomorrow and make sure I tell them that I haven’t gotten a statement yet. Somebody better get bitched at for this oversight. If I hadn’t looked at the calendar, I’m not even sure I would have realized it (since I haven’t gotten my statement yet). I tried to call to ask what happened to my statement, but I’m not gonna stay on hold forever. I’m not wasting my cell phone minutes. I’ll just go to the bank tomorrow.

Mood: pissedoff

I’m gonna warn you now … this is a rant.

I went to the grocery store this afternoon ‘cuz I needed some more things … some stuff for what I’m making for supper and some other sort of meat and any other odds and ends I might pick up. I got to the store and grabbed a cart. I stopped to grab an ad since I didn’t have one (they come in the Wednesday paper for this store, and I don’t usually get a paper except for on Sundays). This little brat (who had ran back to get a cart) decided to run his cart into me … one of those with the car type front on it. And he ran it into my heal (I was wearing my sandals since it’s nice out today). I did kinda yell at him. I told him to watch where he was going. It fuckin’ hurt. Scraped skin, but luckily didn’t draw blood. I doubt it did any good though. I’m sure he’ll run in to someone again.

Sometimes when I’m out … I really think that some people should keep their kids on a leash. Not all kids, mind you. There are some very well behaved kids out there. But some people’s kids … put ‘em on a leash …

Mood: annoyed

OMG … I am sooooo ready to explode right now. All I want to do is cancel a credit card. Let me explain …

When I got my computer, I bought it with Gateway. I financed it through them. I never had a “Gateway” credit card. I just financed through them. Well … either last week or the week before, I got a new card in the mail. Huh? I never had one to begin with. Apparently this card replaces my “Gateway credit card” … which never existed!!!!

I just ignored it at first. I didn’t call the number to activate the card ‘cuz I didn’t want it. Well, I finally decided to call the number I found on the back of one of the pages in small print (could they try to hide it a bit more … ). I called. Their hours are only ’til 8pm Eastern time. Which means I have to call before 7pm. Well … I tried. NO ONE FUCKING ANSWERS THE PHONE!! I can’t go directly to a customer service rep. I have to listen through all that account bullshit before I can even get that option. Tick, tick, tick … there goes some more cell phone minutes. And then I get to the option only to hear “All of our representatives are assisting other customers …”. Blah, blah, blah. Do they even have anyone answering phones? I guess I need to call as soon as I get up in the morning. Maybe someone will answer then.

And to try to find some info on their website … forget it. I can’t log into the account interface because I don’t know the “security word” I gave when I signed up. I NEVER SIGNED UP!!! How the hell am I supposed to have a security word? They don’t have any way I can email them.

I JUST WANT TO FUCKING CANCEL THIS CREDIT CARD. I NEVER WANTED IT IN THE FIRST PLACE. I NEVER HAD ONE THROUGH GATEWAY THAT NEEDED REPLACING!!!

Oh, by the way … this particular company is Citi. Does anyone out there have a card with them? Are they always impossible to get in touch with?

And what’s with the fucking “touch or speak” crap in the automated phone system?

Mood: pissedoff

I swear … if I didn’t think I had a Type A personality before, today sure changes that. It has not been a good day.

Today started off REAL good. It started as I was leaving the building to go to work this morning. There was a guy coming in the security door, so I stepped to the side to let him in. He already had his key in the lock. He stepped in, and his damn dog jumped at me. I got the hell out of there … cussing loudly as I left. Talk about pissed off. At first I thought the dog just jumped up at me. Well … I looked at my purse and noticed there was a bite mark in it. That fucking dog tried to bite me. He would have succeeded if I didn’t have my purse and if it didn’t just happen to be in the right spot. And that asshole didn’t even check to see if I was okay. Didn’t even poke his head out the door. Some nerve.

After I got home from work today, I printed out a note and taped it to the security door. I was gonna put one on both doors, but I figured the one would be good enough. That’s the one he came in. And I’ve seen this guy with this dog before. I’ve been heading to my garage and he’s been walking his dog past, and you could just tell that if that dog got loose, I’d be a goner. Almost was today. This is the note I left …

To the tenant who was coming back into the building with his dog this morning shortly after 7:30am -

Please come talk to me … in Apartment XXX. I would like to discuss the incident that occurred this morning.

Thank you,
Becky xxxx, Apt. XXX

Very civil. Very straightforward. I’ll give him ’til the end of the week to come talk to me. After that, I’m going to either the resident manager or straight to the property management company. I’m still going to talk to them even if he talks to me about the incident. But I want to wait because I don’t know who he is or what apartment he lives in. I think I know which one it is. I’ve seen a dog sitting at a balcony door up on 3rd floor that looks very much like this dog. But I’d rather be sure. But if he doesn’t talk to me, I’m still going to management. They can snuff him out.

What if instead of me, it had been one of the little kids that live in this building. My purse would have been about the height of their faces. The dog could have bit them in the face. If he lunged at me, what’s to keep him from lunging at someone else. And I could run into him again at any time too. I don’t want to be in that situation again. Dad said I should have gone to the cops. I’m not gonna take it that far. At least not unless I’m in that situation again … and I hope to never be.

Other stuff that ticked me off today was traffic. Man, I hate traffic. I don’t think I can make the drive home without cussing out another driver. And THEN, when I get home, I find my internet and cable is out (I have cable internet, so if one is out, both are generally). It was out for over an hour. And it was off last nite for around an hour too. Hopefully no more “little” things will get too me tonite. I need to crash on the couch and then go to bed early. I really with I had a man to give me a back rub or something. That sure would help …

I am very close to being screwed … and not in the good way. Yesterday was payday. Usually a good thing. Well … this payday was the first one that was to be direct deposited into our accounts. Well … I still haven’t received my paycheck. It’s not the fault of work though. The money has already been taken out of their account. But whoever we’re going through for direct deposit hasn’t bothered to give us our money yet. Kelly couldn’t find out why either. We’d better get paid tomorrow. I have 2 bills that are due on Friday. Good thing I can pay them online. If we don’t get that money tomorrow … I’m thoroughly screwed!

Mood: pissedoff

Since sometime yesterday (at least before 6pm), my channel 99 has been showing how-to type programming for the Dish Network. I DO NOT HAVE the Dish Network. I have cable tv. Normally, I don’t give a crap when this happens (and it has happened before), but today I’m extremely pissed off. Why? Because my channel 99 is FX. At noon today, the Gatorade races for Daytona 500 qualifying start. I have my vcr set to tape them since I’m at work. I want to tape the actual races and not that shit that they’re showing. I called my cable company, but of course, their office hours don’t start ’til 8am. I left a message with their ‘overflow call center’. They’d better have that fixed by noon or they’ll get another pissy message from me after work (since their office closes at 5pm and that’s when I leave work).

Good thing we have cable at work (different cable company … the main one in town). I’m going to take lunch a little before noon (I usually take it at 11:30) and turn the tv on to FX and watch the races for an hour. Dale Jr is in the first race anyways. My luck, someone else is going to get in there before me and I won’t be able to watch it.

Mood: pissedoff

Today might have been the last straw for me and my bank. They’ve really been pissing me off lately. Charging me $7.95 for a feature I don’t use. They refunded the fee last month only to charge me again THIS month for the same damn thing … which I STILL don’t use. And I go to check my account tonite … there’s a $3.00 “Service Charge” on there. Excuse me!!! What the HELL am I being charged a service charge for? I didn’t overdraw my account. I’m going to be calling them tomorrow at noon and bitching.

I believe that this weekend (if I don’t start sooner), I’m going to research the other banks in town and possibly close my account with this one and open up a new account at another bank. I’m not putting up with being charged fees just for the hell of it.

Mood: pissedoff