Prepare yourself for another rant against the machine.

I am one step away from outsourcing my bullshit.

While I am not going to vomit on anyone today, I am going to bitch and moan about the kinds of things that everybody bitches and moans about. In fact, after you read my bitching and moaning, I would abso-fucking-lutely love it if you would share with me some of your own bitches from the previous week.

I woke up Monday morning to a phone call from my Landlord who is trying to sell the place I’m in asking if he could “enter the premises”.

I agreed. He came with a rude realtor with a fake smile, potential buyers, and a “Vacate the Premises” notice because my rent check had mysteriously vanished in the mail.

I called the rental housing assistant, who was her usual helpful self. In other words, she cut me off after one minute, said I was over-reacting, and not-so-graciously told me she was going to hang up the phone on me.

It’s always nice when the tenants are the first priority.

I high-tailed it to the bank, where I got a money-order for the rent and canceled the check. The newby at the bank trying to give me the money order didn’t exactly know what he was doing and sought managerial assistance, which took more of my precious time.

The manager helped me with the check cancelation; in fact, she was so helpful she did it twice because she forgot that we were not in the year 2009 now any  more.

Luckily, the rental office gave me a break on the rent late fees, which would have been $200. I have a sneaking suspicion that the check was never lost, but "accidentally" misplaced.

Tuesday, I woke up, had a cup of joe, and let multitudes of people stomp through the place  to open my drawers, inspect the contents of my refrigerator, and invade my privacy for four hours while I tried to write.

On a whim, I checked my checking account balance, which was not even close to what it should have been. And, no, the bank error was most assuredly not in my favor.

My balance was low because the idiot (sorry to be offensive but it’s true) who made out the money-order double-charged me. As if it wasn’t bad enough that I had to waste my time getting a money-order for a rent check I’d already mailed in the first place, I had to call the bank to “sort out” the curious incident of the missing money.