bewize

So, V had her credit cards stolen, as you know. Yesterday, she had to go to the bank to get her ATM card and get cash until such time as her ATM card arrived. She told me this story last night and I was so angry that I couldn't even imagine how she must have felt.

She waited until the teller had finished helping an Indian couple and then watched as the manager of the bank came over to the teller and stage whispered, "What did *those* people want?"
Even then, she gave him the benefit of the doubt and and assumed he literally meant "those people sitting in those chairs now, what did they want?". But then she went to the front of the line and the teller (undoubtedly after hearing V's very non-Indian accent) said, "It's hard. Those people are Indian and they just don't understand why they can't get the rate they want."

V said she was thunderstruck for a moment then said (loudly), "Last time I checked the mirror, I was Indian."

This, naturally, made the teller hurry to get her out of the bank (and V got everything she needed), but seriously, WTF?

No, seriously. What the fuck?!

BEWIZE SMASH BANK NOW.

I encouraged V to write a letter of complaint to the Bank, but she understandably has a billion things to do first (like get her cards and money and life sorted). It just makes me kind of sick.

And you know what? I also would like to know why *those* people couldn't get the rate they wanted. And right now, my assumed answer does the bank NO FAVORS.

I am so unbelievably tired. I need sleep. But first I need a shower. Only, I can't seem to motivate myself off the chair to do these things.

I didn't get home from work today until 10, although I did slip away to go to my WW meeting. I also stopped at 5:30 and ran a quick mile (then had to run longer to make up the needed 20 minutes under the 90 days rule). 2/90 done!

I had a closing tonight in BFG, but made it back safe and sound.

At some point, I've done something to my left hip. It... hates me and wants me to die. Painfully. Strangely, it was fine while I was running, but during random times of walking today, it gave out. I nearly face planted twice, saved once by S's quick reflexes and once by the fact that I collapsed onto the receptionist desk.

Not my finest moments.

I... really hope it just stops now. I can't deal with more fail in my body at the moment. I just don't have it in me.

I have health insurance finally, for the first time in over a year. And the very first thign they do? Refuse to pay something because they think it's related to a pre-existing condition.

FUCK THOSE GUYS.

It was a sinus infection, you morons.

Not a pre-existing condition.

DIE IN A FIRE.

When I was a child, I knew a secret. Once I went to bed, if I pulled my blankets in tightly around me, if I slipped the second pillow over my eyes, if the only part of me left exposed to the darkness was my nose, then I was safe from everything.

( You don't understand. I coulda had class. )

This entry was written in response to the therealljidol Challenge 19: Blanket . There will (probably) be voting for this week's entries. I will make sure to link to the poll once it is put up and I would appreciate it if you would vote for me if you enjoy my entry. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.