Money Madness

It was one of those days that nothing worked the way it was supposed to. It began with downloading pictures from my camera to the computer and then uploading them to another site.

I always rename pictures and when I did, the titles went to the wrong pictures. Then when I went to upload them, a pop up said, "That picture is no longer in your documents." I go to my documents to see what happened, and there is the picture! Thank goodness I had not deleted them from my camera as that is where I ended up uploading from. I got VERY irritated and forgot to process that these were details that I had planned.

I have not registered my car yet as I had no money, and when I did last week, I had a parking ticket which doubled what the amount was and so I didn't have enough. So today I go in to register it, and when I went to pay, the machine said, "declined". I knew that was impossible as I put my check in 3 days ago and only half of it is ever held. So that meant another trip to the bank. I already did this registry/bank trip 3 days before and both were way out of my way.

At the bank, I'm told that $1,100 of my money is being held for 5 business days - and of course, it was a holiday this past Monday and so I cannot access MY MONEY until after the weekend. I'm flabergasted. I told the teller that I've banked with this bank for years and I've never had this happen. So after a consult with the super, I'm told that this "new rule" applies to this particular cheque because the last 4 from this person were smaller. HUH? I realize I am getting an edge on my voice. I stop to calm down and that's when I remember.

Smile....I planned each detail of my weird day today. How ironic, that when I finally have enough illusionary money, I still can't access it. What fun.

I did have enough in my account to buy the desk I found for my new writing course. When I went in to buy it, the last one had been sold! But then the clerk ran after me to say he found one. I thought, Ssomething is going right", but then, when I arrived home and asked me son to help me move it, he said, "Mom, I have a desk you can have....take that one back." He had a desk that was 10x the desk I was buying but I was frustrated that my timing was so off....haul this heavy desk home and now I have to return it.

The only funny part was when I was processing out loud in the car after the Registries. My granddaughter said, "Who are you talking to Grammy?" and I said "Myself". She said, "Louder please so I can hear what you are saying" and I answered "I'm just telling myself a little something that I forgot." She replied, "Tell me Grammy and I'll help you remember"!

So sweet! That put things back into perspective.