Yes, I am officially jealous of those with the super cool WordPress blog that gets it’s own web address. But, I would have to host, which is no fun.

Soon, my ‘life of riley’,  as my dad puts it, will come to a close, as school starts next week. On Wednesday, I will be officially a graduate student. I welcome the late hours, nonexistent income, and carpal tunnel that comes along with it. I am the eternal dork, I suppose, because I actually miss class. Oh what will I do when I finally have to stop? (Stopping will coincide I’m sure with the eventual over-accumulation of student loans).

But today, I feel moderately rich, for today I deposited the largest check I have ever held in my hand. The financial aid fairy has finally visited! But, alas, I cannot USE the money till next friday! Bank of America, I have used your services for years, ever since my first paycheck was cashed and spent in 45 minutes at the mall, but I am beginning to feel that you are a collection of douches. Yes I said it.

Picture me, taking in my happy check, riding the euphoria, imagining all the lovely ways to spend it, when my hopes were dashed by some bs “hold” rule. My money is being held hostage for about 10 business days. Erghghhh. And it is not as if my check was from Joe at the co-op, it’s from Sonoma State, a state organization. If they screw you with a bad check what’s happening? So, I accept my hold with slight disbelief,  go home, get seriously fumed, and call the bank manager. The conversation went something like this:

Me: (hiding my anger with politeness) “So is there any way you could make the hold shorter, because the check is intended to pay for my school fees and books and comes from the school, so couldn’t there be an exception?”

bank lady: “No policy blah blah I could care less that you have $27.00 in your account without it blah blah blah.”

Me: “But can’t you just call them and verify that the check is good and it could be cleared faster.”

Bank: “No.”

Me: “But couldn’t you just…”

Bank: “No.”

Now, call me crazy, but I don’t think this sort of #$!@ happens to Donald Trump. He wants his check cashed, you do it, and hope he doesn’t fire you (which he can do even though he’s not even your boss). But me, I have no sway with the financial bureacracies of this country. And, wouldn’t you know, I get the only sullen-faced teller who acts like she’s doing me a favor by taking my money, when really I could do better with the machine outside or a saggy mattress.

However – I have moved on. (sort of, I will have actually moved on in 5 days, when those bitches GIVE ME MY MONEY!).

Serenity Now.

And I do have a lovely couch picked out to purchase to celebrate the occasion.

On a related note, I went to another place with shared characterisitics with a bank – the SF Zoo.