| heyyyy. haven't written much lately cuz the last couple weeks have been rather shitty to be honest.
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| headache over st-jean-baptiste weekend + sick over canada day weekend. regarding the latter, i guess we can either point the finger at the temporary contaminated city water (mistakenly drank some during advisory timeout?), or activia yogurt?? *shrug* in any case, this episode of my life shall always remind me of the "salt water flush" youtube video i was randomly watching while laying on my bed from feeling f***ed up. πππ swear to god, that youtube algorythm and consequent suggestions.....KINDA MAD! won't go into details but here i'm only gonna say the timing was perfect, goddamn! anyways. it took a couple days for me to get back to normal. i.e.: not until the weekend was officially over and i had to get back to work (of course). even had the sick chills and feeling ache-ish all over. very strange.
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| but anyhow...
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| now who goes to the ATM to withdraw a few $20 bills: slides card inside machine which soon gets spitted out for "wrong PIN number" (with no less than two tries with two different machines), at last realizes it's the wrong card and finally manages to withdraw said money with proper card, leaves ATM with money yet forgets card inside the machine, approx 2 hours later realizes card is missing for their usual wallet spot upon paying for grocery items yet immediately forgets to check any further upon leaving the store, goes back home and makes dinner and then carelessly eats dinner. alright. whoooo? yeah. that's who. *facepalm* so, are thursdays 13th like the new fridays 13th now?? ergh. honestly, i think my job is melting my brain these days. eventually (and when i say eventually i mean like 3 hours later) i did a further wallet + purse inspection. lo and behold—surprise surprise—no ATM card anywhere in sight! rushed to check my bank account online and, ok, pinch me: NOTHING WAS MISSING. phewww. but i still needed to get my ass back to the ATM to check if miraculously my card might still be there. but before i came around to do so, a message request from some stranger pops up on my phone via FB messenger. "wait, COULD IT...??! NAAAH." & so there was now this woman telling me her husband had possibly found my card at the ATM. whaaaaaaaaah. who's the lucky b**atch at this point, who??? HA!! also the joy of having a not-so-common name. praise!! and that's how it turns out i didn't have to hussle back to the ATM and could actually breathe for the night as we arranged for her husband to bring me back my card the next morning. he was supposed to leave it inside the mailbox by my front door, but somehow (k bit of a continuing saga here) mixed up my home number albeit he had the street right. he even inquired with a neighbour on the other side of the street who had no idea who i was. hahaha. but in the end gladly he didn't hand over my card to just anyone! no, instead he got in touch with his wife saying my address didn't exist. k, whatever. π got that cleared up and approx 24 hours later i'd finally get my precious card back. f*ck YES.
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| aaaand. the reason i had to withdraw money to begin with is the following: washing machine repairman scheduled at my place on the friday. yeah. my 13 years old machine that's now blowing smoke during the spin cycle. fun times! so mr repairman did stop by and turns out i didn't even need the stupid money to pay him with since it was only a quick check (also worthy of mention that there went my only day off for july, boo). verdict was that it wasn't gonna be a cheap repair, but he'd be able to handle everything if i gave him the "go" to order the new required piece. since i've always liked those appliances very much since the start, i agreed to it. however news dropped on the following monday: piece is unavailable. meaning now i'm soon gonna be spending a bit over twice as much to acquire a brand new washer/dryer set. such is life. *sings ABBA* "money money money...!"
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