I am on hold with the MTA.
On Thursday I was made late to work because none of the kiosks at Fordham Road would give me my tickets. I had to stand in line and get a ticket to get to work. Which took for-bloody-ever. I had a fight with my boss later that night. It made me cry in front of her because I had serious hormonal issues (I later found out).
So today I log into my bank account. Charged! Not One but Twice!!! I am on now with a nasty MTA worker who has no reason to be nasty. I have been informed I called the wrong number. So now I am on hold again.
I am sure I will speak with another nasty person in a few moments. My call is NOT important to them!! Why do they lie and say that? Why does everything have to be so aggravating that by the time you actually speak with someone you are so pissed you cannot even articulate properly??
I have to call a THIRD number. They are open Monday - Friday 9-5. Naturally!
Yet they can debit my bank card on a Saturday.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
it has been a while, hasn't it?
and here I am. The baby is finally independent enough for me to take 5 minutes to type a thought or two. Most of you know what keeps me busy these days anyway. No need to get into all that.
the baby is on the verge of crawling which is exciting. i am not terrified like other people are of her getting into everything because I feel there isn't much for her to get into around here. I say that now and in a few weeks when she pulls down an entire CD/DVD rack on her head I will come back to this and smack myself clean across the face. she is eating stage 1 solids which, to say is a mess, is an understatement.
as of now I am working part time. I am not particularly jazzed about working or my job these days for many reasons. Some days I don't feel much of anything anymore about the job. I just do it because it is a paycheck. I think most of my misery is because of the economy which is causing MAJOR boredom around my home. We stay in every night. We pay for what we need and not much more these days.
my aunt, god bless her, watches Mia the days that i work. and when i have to go to the doctor. She is very good with the baby. She calls me to tell me almost anything about what the baby is doing. she asks me what she should do in almost every situation. it's great. except that i wish i was here some of those times.
everything is pretty much the same but all together different. except i am still watching spongebob even tough Mia is down for a nap.
the baby is on the verge of crawling which is exciting. i am not terrified like other people are of her getting into everything because I feel there isn't much for her to get into around here. I say that now and in a few weeks when she pulls down an entire CD/DVD rack on her head I will come back to this and smack myself clean across the face. she is eating stage 1 solids which, to say is a mess, is an understatement.
as of now I am working part time. I am not particularly jazzed about working or my job these days for many reasons. Some days I don't feel much of anything anymore about the job. I just do it because it is a paycheck. I think most of my misery is because of the economy which is causing MAJOR boredom around my home. We stay in every night. We pay for what we need and not much more these days.
my aunt, god bless her, watches Mia the days that i work. and when i have to go to the doctor. She is very good with the baby. She calls me to tell me almost anything about what the baby is doing. she asks me what she should do in almost every situation. it's great. except that i wish i was here some of those times.
everything is pretty much the same but all together different. except i am still watching spongebob even tough Mia is down for a nap.
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