No More I Owe You’s
I found out today that I’ve been losing a small fortune on my Metrocard for the past few months. Awhile back, I signed up for this Transitcheck thing through work, which deducts a certain amount from my paychecks and then presents me with a monthly unlimited Metrocard. Well, this only happened one month and then I never got another one, so I figured we stopped our account with them or something. I just started buying mine through the MTA ATM’s again, no big deal. Yeah, well… I found out today that the one Metrocard they sent me before? is ANNUAL. Unbeknownst (and unexplained, for that matter) to me, I was not supposed to throw it away at the end of that first month — b/c they fucking just keep auto-renewing it and continue deducting from my checks. What does this mean exactly? It means that for the past two months, I have been blowing twice the money on Metrocards: $70 a month through work, and $84 a month through my own stupidity. Guess I know where my money’s been going… They told me @ work that I basically am fucked, b/c regardless of the fact that I threw my Metrocard away, Transitcheck has been faithfully renewing that card for months and it’s not their fault that I didn’t realize the way it worked. I should have paid closer attn and noticed that I was still being charged for that shit, but since I get direct deposit I never pay attn to my pay stubs. DAMMIT. But whatever. I will STILL be marching my ass down to the Transitcheck offices tomorrow afternoon to see how big a ruckuss I need to raise in order to get some kind of reimbursement — and I mean INSTANT REFUND, cuz my landlord sort of hates it when the rent check says I Owe You.
Ugh, when I think about how much money I’ve wasted these last few months it makes me wanna punch myself in the face.
I’m learing my lessons. Hardcore, man. Fucking hurts like bitch.
On the upside, I got an hour of overtime tonight — and will be getting 8hrs more of it this Friday, which’ll add some much-needed heft to my next check. My one-year anniversary @ Hudson is also coming up this month, and I know I’m supposed to be getting somee kind of raise after that, too. Good. Good. And work was actually smooth and fun tonight! It’s Fashion Week or something and the hotel is once again buzzing about with pretentious pretty ppl (none of them prettier or more pretentious than the Hudson staff, so no worries). The little fashionistas tend to keep to themselves for the most part, and make big presentations of being unimpressed by our hotel. It’s a fun little show but I’m not buying it. These are the same ppl who, later this weekend, will be calling up everyone they know on their cellphones to come meet them @ the hotel bar. Ohhh, what an entertaining week this will be… thank God I’ve got my co-workers to keep things light. They always make the bullshit a bit more bearable.
Saw a promo today for MTV’s Real World/Road Rules Challenge: The Gauntlet, the latest installment of my guiltiest TV pleasure. Um… meh. Despite what I hear, it doesn’t look terribley good or anything. This year’s cast sort of sucks, it’s like they picked all the lamest people from all the recent, lame seasons and just didn’t think about it at all. I will definately be tuning in, I’m sure. We’ll see, though…
Well, I am once again completely flabbergasted by Justin Timberlake. People, I don’t even know where to begin. In just a few months, I’ve gone from being annoyed with the boy, to lusting after the boy, then back to loathing the boy for his behavior @ the VMA’s, and am now back to loving him again. Why do you toy with me, Justin? His new single “Senorita” is slowly becoming a damn anthem, I saw the Details cover last week and had to sit the hell down and read the full article immediately, and then tonight he was on Ellen and just charmed the hell out of America. Damn this kid. I really don’t want to like him but I do. Dammit. I have no idea what it is, he’s just intriguing. I want his mojo, and I want for us to be buddies… buddies who shop together and bitch about how stupid ex-girlfriends are, and then we just “console” each other till the pain goes away. To me, that’s what a true friendship is all about. No questions asked, yknow? Friends in need, and whatnot.*
You should all take a few minutes to go read Jory. His blog is becoming something of a regular stop on my daily webwanderings and he’s definately worth reading. I love that he takes all of the pics on his site with the camera in his tiny cellphone.
Ohhh, so my oldschool cellphone, btw, is working like a charm. I just charge it @ night and it’s good for me for all the next day—and then some! Finally, some normalcy that actually makes me happy. My palm pilot is also all kinds of digital goodness, altho I must make it a point to put it away once the train has passed 125th Street. Three rounds into a heavy game of Tetris on the way home tonight, I looked up and realized I was straightup slumming in the Bronx. That’s just not good for ANYBODY, you know?
*(Ok, that shit? was TMI! I’m sorry. I promise never to subject you to innuendo like that again.)
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I feel like I’ve been lied to.
I fucking love it.
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. WHAAA?! No joke, man. Poverty has hit me like a BITCH, and NO I’m not doing that whole Dude-I’m-so-broke schtick that I see on all the damn blogs. My checking account balance has PLUMMETED since I looked at it last week and for the first time ever, I’m actually kinda nervous about making rent next month. Ugh, this is so not cool. I hit H&M with a motherfucking VENGANCE the other day, and now? I’ll be taking all of that cuteass gear BACK for a full refund. Words cannot express the pain this strikes in my heart. Everything that can go back will go back. I’m cancelling Netflix, cancelling online pay-site subscriptions (i.e. PORN), blocking my ability to use long distance, doing my damnest to weasel out of my gym membership, and holding on all plans to get a new cellphone. Ugh, it’s like I’m putting myself on a diet or something. And to make things even worse? I actually got scheduled overtime this week and I was annoyed that they put it on my sched w/o asking me first — SO I FUCKING GAVE IT AWAY! A moment too damn soon. Shit. SHIT.


