dymaxion: I have to lubricate my knife.

There are a million things that would have been more prouctive than cleaning the bathroom this morning. But I just had to. And fumigated myself horribly by forgetting to open the door before I got into the tub and spent an hour bleaching it. I feel unwell. Phlegmy and headachy now.

It looks great though. Frustratingly I couldn't get all the black off the grout. Not sure what to about that. And I still need to sweep and mop and wipe the mold off the ceiling. And reset the towel rack that's falling out, and find out what the showerhead is doing lying behind the toilet.

But...SHINY! Makes me happy. Maybe I'll slug around and clear out more boxes tonight. Need to do laundry too.

Fortunately criminals are stupid. One of these charges is 85 bucks, done inside the store. I always pay at the pump, and SERIOUSLY, who the fuck spends eighty-five dollars at a gas station?! I ask you. This should be easy enough to dispute.

My bank are still being assholes though.

And just wait til I tell you what happened yesterday at U-haul...first of all, the "hardware" store where they sent me to return the trailer had packed DIRT FLOORS. Yes, in the middle of seattle. Dirt floors, no lights, and used condoms on the street outside, along with empty booze cans. Then the guy tried to charge me a hundred bucks to return the trailer and culminated with him locking me out of his store when I tried to call the 800 u-haul number on my cell. I cried hysterically when I couldn't get the trailer backed out of his pothole lot, because the situation was just too goddamned "Deliverance." In the middle of Seattle. I am not shitting you. It was like a time warp.

If anyone in Seattle ever tries to make fun of any other town again, I am just going to point and laugh. Hysterically.

I can't just run down to the credit union or the gas station. The gas station is in Knoxville Tn, and the credit union is my mother's credit union in Chattanooga TN. Thousands of miles away. Unfortunately I have to resolve this over the phone.

I wish I could give them hell in person. Unfortunately it's not likely to happen.

I feel like utter shit this morning. My entire body is throbbing. If I've ever needed a sedative,now is the time.

Well, the bad news is that some gas station in Knoxville has been making charges on my account. And so, my account is hundreds of dollars overdrawn, because my carefully kept record of debits was of no account (how could I resist the pun).

Anyway, they kept letting me use my card, and charged me 28.00 every time I did, in NSF fees. After calling the bank, I was told I would have to call the Exxon station and debate it myself.

After calling and politely requesting a manager, some guy who barely spoke English barked "I no have time for this," and hung up on me. I called back and asked for the corporate number and his name. He refused. I cagily said, "I want to buy something!" This caused him to hesitate for a full thirty seconds before he barked "No time," and hung up on me again.

Fucker. The Exxon corporate number claims they have nothing to do with their distributors.

I called the bank back. "Well I'll be in a meeting all day but I will try to get the times of the charges later. It may be tomorrow."

I thanked her as graciously as I could manage (which, believe it or not was quite nicely).

So, I called Talent Tree and told them I'm available for any kind of temp work they have, immediately. They got me the job at Nordstrom last year...I'm hoping Nordies will be hiring again this summer. Actually they've probably already hired their summer crop, but I can hope, and maybe they'll come up with something else.

Whee. Oh yes. I'm definitely back in Seattle.

But hey, things could be much, much worse.

Uhm. Yeah. Massively stupid typo on the Washington Department of Licensing website:

"A ferally recognized Indian tribe's enrolment card or a U.S. Bureau of Indian Affairs identification card containing the signature and photograph of the individual."

I shit you not. The proof is here.

AAAAAAAA! Where is all this black greasy smudge stuff coming from? It's either from the road or the u-haul, because it's all over my boxes. Every time I touch one, I end up with black pants, t-shirts and hands. And the boxes are everywhere.

This should spur the unpacking business, as well as the fact that I'm missing my manicure kit and my nails are WAY too long, and the greasy cat needs to be shaved (I cannot get her CLEAN, not after four baths), and I cannot find the electric shaver-thingie.

Excuse my idiotic typos and really slow responses for a few days. Do not have my computer unpacked (or a place to put it yet...gotta look at desk prices), so I'm using an _ancient_ laptop that's a real bitch to type on. Typo city, man, including weird spaces that tend to insert for no readily discernable reason.

Thanks for the enthusiastic response to my "I'm here!" post. :} I'll be back online in less than a week, I'm sure (er, fully).

I've missed you all terribly!

And shady-love! Congratulations! And if you're not going to try the breast milk, somebody has to. Send me some. ;}

(P.S. are you sure it doesn't taste like lemons? Your kids sure are puckered up in a lot of those photos...)

(P.S. II, I saw the frontal and thought, huh, not as big as I'd think two of them would be. Then I saw the side and said, My god, she swallowed a HOUSE!)

(P.S. III, already going back to work? What are you, a Spartan? Love you, looney-tunes. Get some sleep.)

EEeeeee! I'm so glad to be home! I'm having a blast already, and have more energy than I've had in months.

Sadly, I appear to have sprouted gods own crop of freckles on my arms in TN, and I have a farmer's tan from beyond. *moan* I'm getting OLD. Screw the autoimmune crap, what I'm worried about is the sun damage. ;}

Canadians!

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