cat, starring in: What Not To Wear
Nov. 13th, 2003 12:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideDear God. So realized this morning that once again had overdrawn my checking account SIMPLY because I forgot to deposit my paycheck. I am horrified at the frequency of this event since my loss of direct deposit. Yes, I work for a small company that is bravely fighting the tide of economic chaos in these hard times and am lucky that they pay me at all, but GOD IT FUCKING SUCKS!!!!!
So raced to bank this morning, in an outfit that really should never have seen public light. Shall I describe it?
From the foot up: my father's Polo slippers. Dark grey sweatpants. The blue tee-shirt I slept in. My most misshapen and cat-hair-covered hoodie that weirdly curls up at the bottom. My glasses, which definitely do not make me look attractive, but are usually fine when the rest of me doesn't look like a card carrying freak. Hair badly in need of washing, hastily shoved up into a ponytail, with odd bits and pieces willfully straying and insisting on sticking out of my head at 90 degree angles.
So yes, it was quite an attractive sight, when I bump into: ATTRACTIVE NEIGHBOR MAN!
The flat next to mine, which I'd been told was vacant... has an occupant! A cute, PNW stylish man, who looked downright frightened as I burst out my door. While I initially commended myself for NOT squeaking and bolting back into the safety of my apartment, I now wonder if that wouldn't have been wiser. So I blurted out "Hi, I'm Cat and um, uh, did you just move in?" To which he simply responded "Uh... no, I've lived here a year... I didn't realize the guy who lived in your place had moved out." I kept insisting that I'd been told that no one lived there, until I realized that maybe I ought to shut the fuck up. So we shared a thrilling elevator ride where I managed to not apologize for my appearance and ask him if he could just freeze himself why I had a quick shower and change. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!
This is a lesson. One should not leave one's apartment looking like a Star Trek Convention Refugee on a bad hair day.
So after this delightful exchange, I hurried out to the corner blue box to deposit Netflix dvds (yay for quick turnaround time), went to the bank and realized I needed to go in and cancel my bastard savings account that never does magically grow money and costs $3/month as a penalty and the line of credit for $5K that they've started charging an annual fee for. Stupid lack of direct deposit also costs me $8/month for checking so I really need to switch my account to a really-free-checking account and thus lose the numbers I've had memorized for the past 11 years. Quick final stop at Safeway for the tp I keep forgetting to buy, some lemons and some Starbucks to help see me through the day.
Came home, started first crockpot meal (cut-up chicken, cracked pepper, garlic salt, bay leaf, lemon thyme from my lemon thyme plant and some fresh squeezed lemon.
All of this JUST to avoid doing my homework and studying for the quiz I take in 5.5 hours. For which I um better get working on.
So raced to bank this morning, in an outfit that really should never have seen public light. Shall I describe it?
From the foot up: my father's Polo slippers. Dark grey sweatpants. The blue tee-shirt I slept in. My most misshapen and cat-hair-covered hoodie that weirdly curls up at the bottom. My glasses, which definitely do not make me look attractive, but are usually fine when the rest of me doesn't look like a card carrying freak. Hair badly in need of washing, hastily shoved up into a ponytail, with odd bits and pieces willfully straying and insisting on sticking out of my head at 90 degree angles.
So yes, it was quite an attractive sight, when I bump into: ATTRACTIVE NEIGHBOR MAN!
The flat next to mine, which I'd been told was vacant... has an occupant! A cute, PNW stylish man, who looked downright frightened as I burst out my door. While I initially commended myself for NOT squeaking and bolting back into the safety of my apartment, I now wonder if that wouldn't have been wiser. So I blurted out "Hi, I'm Cat and um, uh, did you just move in?" To which he simply responded "Uh... no, I've lived here a year... I didn't realize the guy who lived in your place had moved out." I kept insisting that I'd been told that no one lived there, until I realized that maybe I ought to shut the fuck up. So we shared a thrilling elevator ride where I managed to not apologize for my appearance and ask him if he could just freeze himself why I had a quick shower and change. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!
This is a lesson. One should not leave one's apartment looking like a Star Trek Convention Refugee on a bad hair day.
So after this delightful exchange, I hurried out to the corner blue box to deposit Netflix dvds (yay for quick turnaround time), went to the bank and realized I needed to go in and cancel my bastard savings account that never does magically grow money and costs $3/month as a penalty and the line of credit for $5K that they've started charging an annual fee for. Stupid lack of direct deposit also costs me $8/month for checking so I really need to switch my account to a really-free-checking account and thus lose the numbers I've had memorized for the past 11 years. Quick final stop at Safeway for the tp I keep forgetting to buy, some lemons and some Starbucks to help see me through the day.
Came home, started first crockpot meal (cut-up chicken, cracked pepper, garlic salt, bay leaf, lemon thyme from my lemon thyme plant and some fresh squeezed lemon.
All of this JUST to avoid doing my homework and studying for the quiz I take in 5.5 hours. For which I um better get working on.
