you know what I do when I don’t like a character?
- I don’t talk about them.
- I don’t go into their tag.
- If I see an edit of them, I ignore it.
- I may even blacklist their name if the dislike is strong enough.
you know what I don’t do when I don’t like a character?
- go in their tag
- reblog edits of them just to complain
- make posts about them
- in general, I don’t waste my time and breath on them
it’s….it’s a remarkably simple concept
it makes life a whole lot nicer
Yep. Last few days have been a bee-hatch.
Brand new Big Bad Bordel of the week: four unexplained withdrawals from my bank account, three of 50€ and one of a grand 250€. Even I don’t make checks this huge in my favourite bookshop.
I have to send a mail to my bank to ask for a photocopy of the operations in question, and if I am to proclaim solemnly that I was not the author of those four purse-draining outings, I shall have to visit the closest gendarmerie with litres of tears and lots of righteousness. If an official complaint is filled up, I may get refunded.
Current overdraft: 122-comma-something euros. Tomorrow’s overflowing, after my favourite bookshop registers my last check: too many somethings before the damn comma.
Yikes, that is not good. I hope the bank is decent about it.
In fact, they are surprisingly nice for bankers. I was on the phone with them to wail about my lost money when my interlocutor realised that my account formula was still stuck in ‘11, back when I was 25 and therefore the proud owner of a Young People’s Bank Account—smaller quarters, for smaller purses, see. My whole, sad, oblivious, boring life passed before my eyes before the counsellor announced rather chirpily that since I hadn’t been overdrawn in over seven years, I wouldn’t have to pay any sort of interest this time.
I like my bank. This is not something most people can say.That REALLY sucks. I sincerely hope this is sorted in such a way that you get your money back.
Goddammit, me too! I know it’s going to take a while, in any case, as I suppose I’ll have to stop my checks and my card, if not my account… Of course my health insurance chose this moment to cut some lard off my back—those bloody idiots, I had to sign a new contract for my birthday and they’re only withdrawing now, six months all at once. Them, I don’t especially like.uuuuuggggghhhh sorry hel
Don’t be, I’m apparently doing that very well by myself. Whiiine.Oh my! Have your wolves not sought the villain home?
I am seriously considering some drastic restructuring plan at this point, what with the dragon who feeds only on crêpes and sleeps when he’s not eating, and the Shades who are afraid of the dark.Oh how awful awful AWFUL! I’m so sorry you’re having to deal with such a hellhole.
SO AM I
I mean thank you. I’d like this to fall atop my head in a considerably-less busy week, or when I’m a billionaire. I tend to find life uncannily unfair by moments, as if there were sprouts of crappiness surging obligatorily from time to time. Haaate!
Damn that sucks, Hel. I hope this will be resolved as soon as possible. :(