Further adventures in call waiting

Well, I finally managed to get through to the bank for the third time. It turns out that, yes, the person I spoke to last week made a mistake and cancelled the wrong card and, even though I was somehow able to use it briefly over the weekend, my old card has also been cancelled. I discovered the latter late last night as I tried to put a supermarket order in, hence my rather downbeat post. So, basically, I sit here now, with no active debit cards at all, unable to order in… well… anything. Life, huh? The bank has now apparently issued me a completely new card to wipe the slate clean, but I shall remain skeptical.

This farce would be funny, were it not for my body-shattering anxiety.

I also can’t keep my bank balance down, which may cause additional problems. I may have to call the local blind society for some admin advice, which they offer to clients.

I managed to be polite over the phone, as I do generally have a long fuse. Bank staff, like the emergency services, work at the coalface of human misery, and I have no desire to make things worse for them. Even if they do fuck my life up and kick me closer and closer and closer to the edge.

Calm blue ocean. Calm blue ocean. Calm blue ocean.

Fortunately, I do have some supplies in the flat, so I shan’t starve. I think that would take me a good while anyway. The person I spoke to on the phone suggested getting a friend to buy stuff in for me, but I just said I didn’t have friends. That was kind of a low point for me.

So now all I can do is just sit here and wait to be shat on once again.

I wonder how long it will take.

I’m sure life has plenty planned for me.

I think I’ll instigate a “Chatty Tuesday” (I know it’s Monday) and unlock post comments, should anyone out there in the abyss have any positive thoughts to keep me buoyant. I’ll close the comments again on Wednesday.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!