Ok well I decided that I wasn't going to spend anymore money on my credit cards a few months ago. I have been doing a mostly good job with it. I've had a few slips mind you who doesn't but all in all I have been living on the money that I make. That being said I decided to buy some stuff using the point that I have earned on my credit cards. Now I know I could have "save up" the points but I really really don't want to spend that much money on my credit card just to "save up" some points. Because lets face it you need a whole lot of points to get something really nice, in which case you might as well have just bought the thing yourself because it would have been way cheaper. The point being one of the things I got was and espresso machine.
Now the reason for this Espresso machine is that I'm trying to cure my addiction to Starbucks. Which is really pretty bad. Because really who can afford to spend five dollars a day or more on coffee. Well I can but then there are bills that aren't getting paid etc. So this morning I decided to make my very first cup of whatever the hell I'm drinking. See Jon made some for me yesterday which was good but I really had nothing to do with the making of this said coffee. He did use unsweetened coco for it which I decided I really didn't like. SO this morning I thought well it look easy enough yesterday I can do this. Yeah things are never really that easy are they.
First problem is I wasn't not paying attention to what he was doing and really I have no idea how the stupid machine works. Second problem is that I have no milk. I do however have half and half which J did say does not froth well. So I just added water like he did yesterday. Now I start making the coffee part of the drink right, but then I'm reading the direction and it says not to turn the machine off until its done, but I think that I put too much water in, and I still have to froth the milk right. So I try frothing the milk which for some reason that I don't understand is spitting all over the place at me. Then I'm reminded of J story of people exploding the milk at the coffee place he worked at. Great I think I'm going to make a huge mess in the kitchen that he just cleaned for me because I'm a lazy ass.
So I'm trying to clean up the milk that may or may not be frothing. The glass starts to get really hot so decided froth or not its definitely hot enough, so I switch it back to the coffee part. It does turn out that there is way to much water because the cup get really close to over flowing. So I do what it says not to do and I turn the machine off. I figure what the hell could go wrong, and for a change nothing really does so I'm kind of excited. Now I really don't like the whole latte thing so I have to find something else to put in the coffee so it doesn't taste bad, so I decided to go with the package hot chocolate since its much the same as coco and its sweetened. Add a little more sugar and I'm good to go right. Well mostly. Its seems that the drinks is a little uncoffee like. Mostly taste like milk. Fuck it I think I can just drink a bit and try again since I never finish anything before it gets cold anyways, and won't drink cold coffee no big deal right?
So I try again. But I should start out by saying after I finished my first cuppa something I turn the machine back on so that the water would all come out and the next time I could just start from scratch which what one would assume the right amount of water. SO I go to start my second cup right. Now I turn off the machine and open it up. And pour the right amount of water in, which proceeds to spit all over the place because apparently it was still hot or something. I do have to say that the second cup taste decidedly more like coffee, and I actually managed to froth a decent amount of my half, half and half, half water. Its still not what I would call Starbucks quality. But its not the worst cuppa something that I've ever had which is a plus.
Alright well I'll try to update a little more on my own as well as the stupidity of others. Sorry I haven't been very crabby lately I try harder this month.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Happy fucking News Years part two
Ok so Sorry I took a little break from my story but since most of you already knew what happened, and more importantly I've been in a great mood lately I didn't really feel like finishing it. I know you area all just sitting on the edges of your seats waiting to know what happened.
Ok so It all starts when I go to Wheaton to get my hair done. That part actually worked out rather well. My hair though for those of you who haven't seen it is actually the shortest I've ever had it in my life. Even though this was almost two weeks ago I'm still getting use to it. That is niether here nor there though.
So if you will recall I also needed to go to the bank to get some cash because I had no access to my funds. So I borrowed H's truck and he was kind enough to let me do. Now H has a stick shift truck which I have driven on more than one occasion before. I was quite excited when I made it home from the city as Chi town is not a fun place to drive all the time for those who maybe drive stick once or twice every year.
Now I owed my dad 40 dollars and it was his extra spending money so I really wanted to give it back to him. I know he tottally didn't care but that is not the point because I did care. Anyways I made the pit stop at my parents house to drop off the cash. Now I knew I couldn't stay long because I didn't want to get stuck in traffic on the way back home. Again because of my less than average stick shift driving abilities. So I'm abousolutly starving because its like 2pm and I haven't eaten all day. I think to myself just a quick stop off at portillos and I'll be good to go.
So as I'm leaving the driveway I decied to take the left turn toward portillos instead of rigth toward the highway. This seems to be the fatal flaw in my decision making ability for the day. Being that as soon as I made the turn I was was smashed into by an Echo. Now I dont' know where this car came from because lord knows I didn't see it when I looked or I clearly wouldn't have turned. Anyways it was there and struck right into the side of H's truck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. It was bad enough that it was mostly my fault (I say mostly because apparently the guy came flying around another car and was going super fast, which is why I didn't see him in the first place), but it wasn't my car. Thankfully H has been super awesome about the whole thing, and the damage to the truck wasn't that bad. The Echo on the other hand completley gone.
Now I will fast forward about three days. Now my right shoulder was killing me and my neck hurt really bad, but I still needed to go to work because well everyone has to work right. I was leaving my apartment, and I couldn't get my outside door to lock. See they put all this new weather striping on my doors so it wouldn't be so cold. Anyways it makes it really hard to close my outside door, so on this fine day I was having lots of problems with said door. I couldn't get the damn think to lock so I went inside to see if it would lock at all. And it turned out from the inside it would lock. However since in the keys were still in the outside of the door to make a great situation a little more fun I couldn't get the door to unlock.
Ohh wait for it because it gets better. So I'm stuck not inside my apartment like one might assume but inbetween two doors since I have a little storage area that is like four by six, underneath the stairs to the above apartments. SO I was actually stuck between the two doors. Now that is a lot I'm sure but still not enough because actually my purse, and my cell phone were all outside still, and the inside door was locked, and I'm more than a little claustrophobic.
SO of course I start to freak out. I actually tried to kick the inside door down but as it turns out this takes more work that one might think. I can't break the glass to the windows because there is this metal messish covering on them. So I start freaking out some more. I actually have a broom outside on the off chance that I sweep up the crap that comes underneath the door. SO I start banging on the ceiling with the broom. Shit is falling on my head which makes me even more happy. Its like 8:30 on saturday morning so there is just about no one around.
After about ten minutes of quality freaking out someone walks by outside, and I proceed to beat on the window. He keeps going. I'm thinking fuck I'm never going to get out of here. He does turn around and come back, though the confused look on his face was almost funny, or would have been funny if I wasn't balling. So he proceeds to take the keys out of the door, and turn around and walk away. I open the door amiss a round of a million and a half thank yous, but he doesn't even turn around. Just keeps walking. Which is fine by me as I can see its not the best of situations for either of us.
Well I did make it to work though i had to take a cab, and by the time I got there my neck and arm hurt REALLY bad. No need to worry, my neck and arm are mostly feeling better. Who knows maybe I will even start working out again in order to ensure that it doesn't get worse. Though I woudn't really hold your breathe for that.
Lets hope the rest of the year is less event full than the first week.
Ok so It all starts when I go to Wheaton to get my hair done. That part actually worked out rather well. My hair though for those of you who haven't seen it is actually the shortest I've ever had it in my life. Even though this was almost two weeks ago I'm still getting use to it. That is niether here nor there though.
So if you will recall I also needed to go to the bank to get some cash because I had no access to my funds. So I borrowed H's truck and he was kind enough to let me do. Now H has a stick shift truck which I have driven on more than one occasion before. I was quite excited when I made it home from the city as Chi town is not a fun place to drive all the time for those who maybe drive stick once or twice every year.
Now I owed my dad 40 dollars and it was his extra spending money so I really wanted to give it back to him. I know he tottally didn't care but that is not the point because I did care. Anyways I made the pit stop at my parents house to drop off the cash. Now I knew I couldn't stay long because I didn't want to get stuck in traffic on the way back home. Again because of my less than average stick shift driving abilities. So I'm abousolutly starving because its like 2pm and I haven't eaten all day. I think to myself just a quick stop off at portillos and I'll be good to go.
So as I'm leaving the driveway I decied to take the left turn toward portillos instead of rigth toward the highway. This seems to be the fatal flaw in my decision making ability for the day. Being that as soon as I made the turn I was was smashed into by an Echo. Now I dont' know where this car came from because lord knows I didn't see it when I looked or I clearly wouldn't have turned. Anyways it was there and struck right into the side of H's truck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. It was bad enough that it was mostly my fault (I say mostly because apparently the guy came flying around another car and was going super fast, which is why I didn't see him in the first place), but it wasn't my car. Thankfully H has been super awesome about the whole thing, and the damage to the truck wasn't that bad. The Echo on the other hand completley gone.
Now I will fast forward about three days. Now my right shoulder was killing me and my neck hurt really bad, but I still needed to go to work because well everyone has to work right. I was leaving my apartment, and I couldn't get my outside door to lock. See they put all this new weather striping on my doors so it wouldn't be so cold. Anyways it makes it really hard to close my outside door, so on this fine day I was having lots of problems with said door. I couldn't get the damn think to lock so I went inside to see if it would lock at all. And it turned out from the inside it would lock. However since in the keys were still in the outside of the door to make a great situation a little more fun I couldn't get the door to unlock.
Ohh wait for it because it gets better. So I'm stuck not inside my apartment like one might assume but inbetween two doors since I have a little storage area that is like four by six, underneath the stairs to the above apartments. SO I was actually stuck between the two doors. Now that is a lot I'm sure but still not enough because actually my purse, and my cell phone were all outside still, and the inside door was locked, and I'm more than a little claustrophobic.
SO of course I start to freak out. I actually tried to kick the inside door down but as it turns out this takes more work that one might think. I can't break the glass to the windows because there is this metal messish covering on them. So I start freaking out some more. I actually have a broom outside on the off chance that I sweep up the crap that comes underneath the door. SO I start banging on the ceiling with the broom. Shit is falling on my head which makes me even more happy. Its like 8:30 on saturday morning so there is just about no one around.
After about ten minutes of quality freaking out someone walks by outside, and I proceed to beat on the window. He keeps going. I'm thinking fuck I'm never going to get out of here. He does turn around and come back, though the confused look on his face was almost funny, or would have been funny if I wasn't balling. So he proceeds to take the keys out of the door, and turn around and walk away. I open the door amiss a round of a million and a half thank yous, but he doesn't even turn around. Just keeps walking. Which is fine by me as I can see its not the best of situations for either of us.
Well I did make it to work though i had to take a cab, and by the time I got there my neck and arm hurt REALLY bad. No need to worry, my neck and arm are mostly feeling better. Who knows maybe I will even start working out again in order to ensure that it doesn't get worse. Though I woudn't really hold your breathe for that.
Lets hope the rest of the year is less event full than the first week.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Happy Fucking New Year Part 1
Now normally I have come to terms with my own stupidy, clumsyness, and all around retardedness. I generally see it as a force of nature hell bent on distroying the world. Currently in this infancy that is 2007 this same force of nature seems hell bent on distroying me, and maybe H's truck. I do think i'm its primary target and the truck was just a side effect. Anyways here's where it all began.
So I was checking the blance on my checking account last monday morning, and to my surprise I had a negative balance. Now I'm well aware of the fact that I don't balance my checking account per say, but there should have been money in the account. So I've now started my day wicked pissed off. So I click on the button that says checking and see a charge for some random thing called Wireless Rave. Now there is a phone number that goes with the charge so I try to call it, being the diligent banker that I am. Only problem is that the phone number is disconnected. Now I don't buy things that cause money to be taken out of my checking account at random times, but even so I went back like five months to see if there were any other charges to the same place. Anwer no more charges. Now I know I haven't made any purchases with my debit card like like a week and a half, so I didn't do. Unless of course my sleep talking has recently turned into sleep buying and I have not recollection of the purchasing taking place. I think to myself and I 100% certain that I can count out the sleep purchasing.
Now as a dilligent banker I take the next reasonable step and call my bank to get more information on where this charge came from. The lady I talked to really had no information for me other than that I could close the account if I thought some one had access to my bank information. Now this was not really a possiblity seeing as I was going to get paid in less that 48 hours and I have direct deposit. The last thing I need was a checking account in the negaitive and a pay check in limbo. I asked the women to take the 15 dollars out of my savings accounts so it was no longer negative and she said she couldn't do that. Then She lets me know that I can deposit the money into the account if I want to. Now I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't really keep spare cash laying around the house, and let my checking account have almost no money in it. Not because I never carry cash, but because the only reason the account would have been so low in the damn first place would be becasue I don't have any fucking money. But mabye thats just me. I'm less than happy at this point my you, so I tell her I will try to call the number that was from the posted charge again, and see if that helps.
I hang up then and again try to call the number. This is unsuccessful again as it seems I am more than able to dial a phone number. At this point I'm getting more than a little upset. Not only is my checking account negative a state which is hasn't been in since I was 19, I have no money to put in my account, and even if I did my bank is in Dupage county and I live in Chicago. Stupid credit union. Even if I had the money I could deposit it in the account. So Now I have to do my favorite thing in the whole world, I have to call my mom and ask for money. Now let me just say to start with it is not that my mom won't give me the money if she in fact has the money. Its just that I HATE to have to ask for money for something so stupid. Anyways I find myself running out of options, so I break down and make the phone call. My dad answers, and of course my mom is not home. So I break out into tears, why I don't really know as if my mom would have answered the phone there probably would not have been tears. Needless to say my dad said he would go put some money in the account. So he put in 40 dollars I guess to make sure it covered any chareges that might have occured.
Now that I have the money thing taken care of and since I still can't figure out the charge I call the bank back. This time I talk to a guy who is way more helpful. He tried to call the number himself before I even said anything, so he knew it was out of service. He still didn't have any more information about the charge, but he did tell me it was on my debit card so he could cancel that and send me a new one so it didn't happen again. Now I'm still not excited about this since I pretty much live on my debit card, but I think I can't just ignore the problem, so I cancel the card. I have to get my hair done in wheaton on wed anyways. I will just have to run to the bank then.
....to be cont'
So I was checking the blance on my checking account last monday morning, and to my surprise I had a negative balance. Now I'm well aware of the fact that I don't balance my checking account per say, but there should have been money in the account. So I've now started my day wicked pissed off. So I click on the button that says checking and see a charge for some random thing called Wireless Rave. Now there is a phone number that goes with the charge so I try to call it, being the diligent banker that I am. Only problem is that the phone number is disconnected. Now I don't buy things that cause money to be taken out of my checking account at random times, but even so I went back like five months to see if there were any other charges to the same place. Anwer no more charges. Now I know I haven't made any purchases with my debit card like like a week and a half, so I didn't do. Unless of course my sleep talking has recently turned into sleep buying and I have not recollection of the purchasing taking place. I think to myself and I 100% certain that I can count out the sleep purchasing.
Now as a dilligent banker I take the next reasonable step and call my bank to get more information on where this charge came from. The lady I talked to really had no information for me other than that I could close the account if I thought some one had access to my bank information. Now this was not really a possiblity seeing as I was going to get paid in less that 48 hours and I have direct deposit. The last thing I need was a checking account in the negaitive and a pay check in limbo. I asked the women to take the 15 dollars out of my savings accounts so it was no longer negative and she said she couldn't do that. Then She lets me know that I can deposit the money into the account if I want to. Now I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't really keep spare cash laying around the house, and let my checking account have almost no money in it. Not because I never carry cash, but because the only reason the account would have been so low in the damn first place would be becasue I don't have any fucking money. But mabye thats just me. I'm less than happy at this point my you, so I tell her I will try to call the number that was from the posted charge again, and see if that helps.
I hang up then and again try to call the number. This is unsuccessful again as it seems I am more than able to dial a phone number. At this point I'm getting more than a little upset. Not only is my checking account negative a state which is hasn't been in since I was 19, I have no money to put in my account, and even if I did my bank is in Dupage county and I live in Chicago. Stupid credit union. Even if I had the money I could deposit it in the account. So Now I have to do my favorite thing in the whole world, I have to call my mom and ask for money. Now let me just say to start with it is not that my mom won't give me the money if she in fact has the money. Its just that I HATE to have to ask for money for something so stupid. Anyways I find myself running out of options, so I break down and make the phone call. My dad answers, and of course my mom is not home. So I break out into tears, why I don't really know as if my mom would have answered the phone there probably would not have been tears. Needless to say my dad said he would go put some money in the account. So he put in 40 dollars I guess to make sure it covered any chareges that might have occured.
Now that I have the money thing taken care of and since I still can't figure out the charge I call the bank back. This time I talk to a guy who is way more helpful. He tried to call the number himself before I even said anything, so he knew it was out of service. He still didn't have any more information about the charge, but he did tell me it was on my debit card so he could cancel that and send me a new one so it didn't happen again. Now I'm still not excited about this since I pretty much live on my debit card, but I think I can't just ignore the problem, so I cancel the card. I have to get my hair done in wheaton on wed anyways. I will just have to run to the bank then.
....to be cont'
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