Okay, today has just taken the cake for the shittiest day for this month. I’ve gotten there already, after 11 days. Damn.. Well, today was about 9 and a half hour workday. On my feet all day, no lunch (because I’m too crampy to consider food). I check my bank account during the day for the first time this week, and find that I have $94 left in it. Not bad, considering I’ve paid rent and taken Meggie grocery shopping and gotten a bunny neutered this month. I look on the list and scan it for things, noticing a $30 insufficient funds fee. Looking to the side, I see that I have money in my account at that time, so I figure I’ll call up Wachovia later to see what the hell is going on. This, my dear readers, is the prelude to a very bad day. I come home, and check on my bank account, just to see what the hell is going on so I can call up Wachovia. I scan the titles again, realizing that something’s missing. Something important, something that would have gone through the day of that $30 no funds fee.
That’s right…. my $500 rent check. I bounced it.
I forgot to pay it earlier this month, and I spent like I had paid it, and by the time I’d paid it, I have not enough $ in my account. Thinking I’d paid it, I continued to spend. Add that in with the unexpected bunny fees of the beginning of this month… and I’m fucked. I’m really panicking hard. The only thing that’s keeping me even moderately calm was calling Larry. He told me things’d be okay. ::sigh:: I’m managing to hold back tears of panic right now, but I just want to cry myself to sleep, to forget.
