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Why do I always find out about major banking fuck-ups at 7 p.m. on a Friday? IT. NEVER. FAILS.

My bank screwed up a deposit of a significant size this week, and I didn't check on it until I got an email (just now) from said bank saying they've just removed ever last red cent in both checking and savings to pay for a bunch of things that were pending, INCLUDING THAT FUCKING CHECK I WAS FORCED TO WRITE IN JUNE FOR $170. WHO THE FUCK WAITS THREE GODDAMN MONTHS TO CASH A CHECK???

I'm trying not to freak out, because freaking out does zero good after banks are closed. Nothing horrible will happen. I have overdraft protection. It will get sorted out (in other words, mother will come to my rescue tomorrow, because I am 35 fucking years old and I still fucking suck at this adult shit- OBVIOUSLY- and need my mother to haul me out of financial disaster yet again).


And while we are at it, I found out this week that I am not eligible for student loans to cover my final semester (GOD WILLING) of grad school so I have to pay $3000 out of pocket for the luxury of being shat on by my committee. I guess I should be glad that it's not going to my already depressingly six-figure loan debt amount. I guess I should be glad that I am lucky enough to have a higher education, even if it means being crippled by debt for the rest of my natural existence because I am dumb and suck at math (see above) and could only get a graduate degree in the ever-so-not-lucrative humanities, and not some high-paying-here-let-us-pay-you-to-go-to-school-engineering-degree like Mr. Mascara.



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