Third time's a charm

I’m sitting on hold with the bank, yet again, as I type this. It seems they managed to screw up for the third time. I think they’ve cancelled the wrong card out of the two cards I shouldn’t have. Sigh. I’m just glad that, as well as the notes I kept on the matter, I didn’t cut up the new card they wrongly sent me a month ago. I had a funny feeling this would continue. I basically just tried to put a shopping order in, but the supermarket declined my card, even though I made it clear when I called the bank that I wanted the other card cancelled. After a brief cry with my head in my hands, I thought “Let me just try that new card they sent me that I was supposed to cut up, just for shits and giggles”. Then… POW!… sorted. Whether or not the order goes through in the morning, we have yet to see. I assume the supermarket pings the bank about the card as you put the order in, so it should be ok. I can’t stress “should be” enough.

The important thing is that there is booze on the order. If my bank screwing things up prevents me from bleak alcoholic bliss, then I will truly be a broken man.

I’m just not sure which PIN to use now. The one for the old/new one, or the one for the new/old one? Sigh. Not confusing enough? Oh I’m sure I’ll post more about it later in the week, after this call with them fucks things up further.

I’m moving forward in the queue, apparently.

Besides all this tedious, stress-inducing bollocks, I’m still suffering from a really bad low mood attack. I’ve been quite “happy” just lying in bed a lot. I tried out the new PS Plus monthly games, but I just couldn’t be arsed with them. My whole attitude has changed about such things now, especially the “job simulator” games. I’ve stated to be all like “Clean you’re own fucking car!”, then delete the game. I guess those sorts of things are really for kids, who don’t have real-life responsibilities of their own and crave to be treated like adults. Conversely, adults have already been there and done that, so just want to blow shit up while cooling down after work.

Sounds fair.

I’m still moving forward in the queue.

The egg and chips I made yesterday was really nice. I had an extra onion, so I put that in with the potato. Very nice. There are few things tastier in life than roasted onion. Well, maybe a big fat dick, but that’s another story. Anyway, I’m going to make the second portion of that mushroom stroganoff today, just so long as the vegetables are still good to go. It helps having a refrigerator that actually, you know, refrigerates things.

I might have an angry wank after this call. Yesterday’s orgasm wasn’t the best, but at least it did the job. They seem to be weaker when I leave it for a few days. The volume of cum is obviously bigger but, yeah, for some reason the sensation phones it in.

Speaking of phoning it in, I’m being assured that my call with be answered “as soon as possible”, which isn’t very reassuring.

Hmm, I’ve not much else to report, apart from being on the verge of tears most of the time. It’s really cold too, temperature-wise. I keep getting anxious about my electricity meter balance, but keep forgetting to check it. I’ll try to do that after posting this. I’m sure I’ll still be on hold and in need of something to do.

They’re grateful for my patience and thank me for it.

Oh good.

Right, I best go… do… stuff.

“Our offices are now closed”.

Burp.