garfield monday

can i start today again? i really want to start it again. because it began with me wanting nothing more than to curl up into a ball and hope to wake up with all my papers filled out by the magical form fairy. one shouldn't cry over spilt milk, but i'm feeling a clock's ticking and that's *weeks* i've wasted. how much is my future worth? perhaps $2000 isn't too high a price to pay.

i walked to the ups store to pick up my gloves. thinking i'd be in and out was my first mistake - the woman with the keys arrived late, and seemed to be fairly incompetent. it took fifteen minutes to ascertain that my package wasn't there, and then she called the delivery guys and we found it. it would be delivered sometime during the day.

"can you leave it at the store for me?"
sure, but there's a $25 COD charge.
"that can't be, i already paid the shipping."
that's not shipping, it's customs.

WTF?! so i essentially paid $50 shipping on a $40 item, which will now cost me even more to return if it's not precisely what i want?

fuck.

i walked back home empty-handed and bitter-spirited, picked up my kindle and a bag of my aunt's tupperware that's been accumulating, and headed to the metro, feeling a little better for protoculture's dead or alive cover. is that anthony hopkins' voice? anyway, i swiped my opus card and was rewarded with a red buzz. shit, okay, i tried the other turnstile. buzzed again. wait a second! it's the beginning of the month. fuck. i need to recharge. i could've done it yesterday. or saturday.

okay, pg said the recharge machine is really easy. cool. i stepped up, fumbled until i eventually figured out how to insert my card. easy options, put your credit card in the slot, read the instructions on that screen. visa supported. insert card and remove if blinking. i insert the card card, it blinks, i remove the card, nothing happens. i repeat this a few times, flipping the card. no deal. i repeat the whole process, fail again, there's a crowd behind me. fuck. i go to the counter, wait for a woman who doesn't get that a ticket is good for a single passage. i remember that lesson. my turn. no visa payments at the counter. i go back, one last time, fail again. back to the counter, buy ticket, watch the train come in and miss it by a meter.

there i am, walking down the platform and cursing like one of the crazies.