Stuff and RAGE!
Oct. 3rd, 2007 01:36 pmAnother day, another whole lot of NO MONEY.
I really can't comprehend when I say 'send my ATM card out first, we need the money' can translate to 'oh, we'll send everything out at once but we're going to dick around and take days to do it!'.
I should've had my card on MONDAY at the LATEST. In fact, all they had to do was drop it in a padded envelope and send it out, like, last Wednesday when we told them we got here. I need to get rat food and me food. I want some fucking yogurt and some more hot chocolate. And, y'know, food that's my own because I feel crappy freeloading off of Bob. And I'm not looking forward to eating grilled cheese sammiches (as tasty as they are) until I get my card.
Fucking christ.
I'm so pissed when I don't have money.
In other news, I'm still playing the job hunting game. I'm getting tired of checking websites to see if they have online applications only to discover that they're like 'stop in the store!' if it's only for an hourly position.
Gay. Gay. Gay.
I'm going to kill Tequila if she doesn't stop chewing on the fucking bars of her fucking cage.
Fuckers.
Why am I crankier now, after my period than I was before it?
I think I'm going to get dressed and go pick up some more applications. At least get out of the house and make it seem like I'm getting something accomplished.
I really can't comprehend when I say 'send my ATM card out first, we need the money' can translate to 'oh, we'll send everything out at once but we're going to dick around and take days to do it!'.
I should've had my card on MONDAY at the LATEST. In fact, all they had to do was drop it in a padded envelope and send it out, like, last Wednesday when we told them we got here. I need to get rat food and me food. I want some fucking yogurt and some more hot chocolate. And, y'know, food that's my own because I feel crappy freeloading off of Bob. And I'm not looking forward to eating grilled cheese sammiches (as tasty as they are) until I get my card.
Fucking christ.
I'm so pissed when I don't have money.
In other news, I'm still playing the job hunting game. I'm getting tired of checking websites to see if they have online applications only to discover that they're like 'stop in the store!' if it's only for an hourly position.
Gay. Gay. Gay.
I'm going to kill Tequila if she doesn't stop chewing on the fucking bars of her fucking cage.
Fuckers.
Why am I crankier now, after my period than I was before it?
I think I'm going to get dressed and go pick up some more applications. At least get out of the house and make it seem like I'm getting something accomplished.
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Date: 2007-10-03 08:40 pm (UTC)