Sometimes things don’t go your way. This is one of those times. Also no one who ever said money can’t buy happiness ever had to pay six quarters into a washing machine to make it work.
Broke as a Joke
No really. And it’s not funny. On my way home from work on Friday, I stopped at the corner store to pick up a Lean Cuisine (because glamlife to the max), and my blue card wasn’t working. Ok, how about the temporary red one? No? Yellow? Expired in September? Suuuuuck.
Meanwhile, I got a note in my mailbox that I had undeliverable mail from the bank at the post office because my name wasn’t on my mailbox. When I moved to Boston, I had to open a new account because my bank in California doesn’t exist in this state. Ok, I’d have to go get that on Saturday morning.
Friday night was spent tracking down a store that both sold wine and took checks, because I had no cards and no cash. Yes, I bought wine from a trendy boutique with a Phineas and Ferb check. What? You’ve never seen a desperate mom before?
No money — no way to get quarters for the laundry. Must waits for Saturday.
Finally found the post office. Waited in line. Was lectured by guy at the counter to put my name on my mailbox. Was handed a thick package. Um, this doesn’t look like it contains my new bank card … more checks! Gah.
It was 12:30. The only banks open on the weekends around here close at noon on Saturdays. Until Monday morning.
And my T-pass expired.
Then I got slammed with some work stuff, which was fine because I was stuck at home with my dirty laundry anyway.
Also it was hot.
And my landlord took away my AC last week.
And I live on the 4th floor and it’s hot.
And I have no clean clothes because the laundry situation is ridiculous.
And my leg still smarts from when I freaking fell on the T a few days ago because I have the grace and poise of a baby water buffalo.
And my jeans are tight and I have zero motivation to exercise.
And carbs are so yummy.
You know you’re feeling gross when you look forward to Monday. Even if just for the bank being open.