And, you know, just about every other kind of busy I’m capable of (which isn’t much).
My boots have been slowly falling apart. Clarification: The bottom of them. Okay, maybe just the left one. Most flappy pieces have been in the middle, so I could just pop them back in. Last night, however, when leaving for work, I nearly fell down the balcony stairs when the heel decided to suddenly flap. Crap (I should be a poet, eh?). I dealt with it all through work, annoyingly. After I got home and waited 4 hours to go in and get my paycheck for last week…
Side note: My coworkers aren’t lying when they say there’s a bunch of monkeys in the payroll department. I calculated my time card from last week several days ago and came up with a figure of 37 hours and 20 minutes. What did they pay me for? 41.25 hours. Not complaining, though I still find it odd that the overtime rate on my last check was 18.501, and on this check it’s 18.504. Whatever.
I went to Wal*Mart, The Shoe Dept., Payless, and Foot Locker, and couldn’t find any decent steel toe work boots. So, defeated, I went to station 14 to take a leak, and there was a cop sitting in the parking lot. When I came out, there were two cops sitting in the parking lot. So I asked them, and one recommended K-Mart. I wasn’t planning on going there, as it’s even further in the opposite direction from home, but what the hell, I need new boots. Sure enough, they had boots I actually like, and for only $30. Apparently there was an invisable sale, though, and I paid only $25 for them. Kick ass.
I also bought a $2 bottle of power steering fluid, as my truck has been moaning like an orgasm through low speed turns, and the fluid was low. On top of that, I transferred $100 to my sister’s account while I was at the CU, and withdrew $100 to start paying for more things in cash (which I promptly used to get crisp $2 bills at the bank down the street when I finally got home).
I lie. It’s not just to pay for more in cash – it’s also because I’ve been slacking on Where’s George? I entered a grand total of zero bills last month, which is horrendous, and as a result, a fellow I passed in the state rankings last summer or so is now about to pass me back.
I also passed a guy on a street corner handing out literature, who, upon seeing my truck, produced a big smile on his face and shouted “Ron Paul!” To which I have a big thumbs up, drove around the block to see what he was handing out (assuming it was Ron Paul literature, and thinking that was a really, really, really suck part of town to be doing so), to discover it was religious lit. Oh well, kill my excitement, but I gladly accepted two of them.
Side note: For those who don’t know, I’m a spiritualist Wiccan. Thus, I have little interest in someone telling me I’m a sinner and must turn to Jesus. But, I’m a nice, respectful guy, which is why I also accepted the information from a Jehovah’s Witness knocking on my door last week about some event they’re having in Palmyra which involves free food. I might go just for the free food.
Naturally, I also transferred 10% of my pay to my emergency fund, which brings the balance to $627.83. All of my CDs maturing in the next month and a half (which comprises all but that pesky $2 one) will also be rolled into the emergency fund, which adds about $80 in itself.
Checking my Capital One account, my new payment amount is up (but still no new statement): $218. The buck stops here, as it continues to be encased in a block of ice, and that payment will start to drop. Good thing, too, because suddenly (I suppose with the interest) my balance is a buck and change under the limit! Though, it does say available credit is $0.00, so maybe it’s over the limit from things yet to fully go through…. oh geez. I promised myself I wouldn’t hit this massive $7300 credit limit, but I guess I just did. Good thing I froze it when I did, eh? :-\
Well, that was a horrendous mish-mash of random crap, now wasn’t it? Time to stop – I need to go to bed anyway. Looking forward to the possibility of quite a bit of overtime over the next couple of weeks.
P.S. I’m pretty sure I located the source of the vinegar smell: A rotting piece of green pepper in a tupperware container on my desk from when my sister gave me a delicious stuffed pepper a week or two ago. I threw it away, container and all – I’m sure she’ll understand. Seriously, it was black. Yeah. You can always count on me, for, well, having a generally disgusting apartment – I need a cleaning lady. Or some willpower.
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