Full Moon

... more like a bad moon rising.

Morning started off good. Woke up early, cleaned my bathroom, watched some tv.
Meeting Lis at the movies at 10:30am so (since I got my hair done last night) I'll just wash it later before I go out with Elena tonight. In typical Michele fashion I was still running late even tho I woke up early and didn't wash my hair.
While getting ready I'm really irritated about the boy I met yesterday (long story but basically "hid" a kid). Bummed that ONCE AGAIN I'm left with disappointment from a man. I stop by the rental office to pay my rent and thanks to Chevron paying me on the 7th my rent was late and now they require me to get a cashiers check (???). Whatev, I like that better anyway since the money is gone immediately. Therefore saving me from bouncing checks blah blah. I gotta go to the bank anyway to deposit a check, so, fine.
Left my house at 10:25am! I'm on my way to the movies, late, and Lis texts me there's a huge line for tickets so she's gonna get hers and go save seats. I get my ticket, 2 kids meals, and enter the theater. HOLY CRAP! Does anyone work anymore??? The movie was PACKED. Chick flick so many women... older women.

Previews start up... women laughing at scary movie previews...? Women talking. The coughing starts... hospital ward?

Movie is very good. Women are laughing at some "chuckling only" parts. Actually NOT irritating me, just kinda odd. Lis and I have experienced MUCH worse at the movie theatre. Movie ends, people clap. :(

Eh, not so bad so far

Start to get on the freeway and 580 is PACKED like a parking lot. Figure I'll go thru town and use the backroads. See Walmart, sweet! I just got paid and in desperate need of bulk discounted items. Get into Walmart... this place is a freakin' zoo! What the hell are all these people doing here?? AGAIN, do people work anymore?? Getting massively irritated with the people blocking the aisles, people shopping with their whole goddamn family, and the best yet - the screaming kids. Maybe it was back to school shopping? Who knows. I just wanted to get the fuck outta there. I "slow my roll" and take a deep breath and slowly, calmly cruise the aisles to get my shit and get out.

Now I'm waiting in line at the checkout. The lines are outrageous. Like people are stocking up for fucking Y2K or something. Even the 12 items or less line is trickling into the main walkway. Two pre-teen boys step into line behind me - they have two items... I'm thinking to myself "Self, should I let these boys go in front of me since I have a whole basket of items?"
Then the one boy says to his buddy "Well it's taking so long cause there's a negro up there." (The checker girl). Then he says to his buddy "Should I go up there and introduce her to my white power knee?" I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED. Everyone that knows me knows I make jokes, I make fun of everyone including myself, and I am the first person to admit that people just get on my damn nerves. But this was way over the top.

One of the boys say "God we only have like two items" and then loudly to the front of the checkstand "HURRY UP!"

I turn around (half expecting to see their white trash overall wearing barefoot straw chewing father or at the least a confederate flag t-shirt) and say "Why don't you guys get in another line then?"
Boys: "We weren't talking to you we were just talking to each other"
Me: "Well I can hear you and I'm sick of it so go to another line"
Boys: (Something about kicking my ass or taking me down or "Don't get me started" or something)
Me: I look that scrawny little fucker up and down, laugh, and say "Dude I'm way bigger than you"
Boys: Nothin...

I get to the conveyor belt to put my stuff on... my lots and lots of stuff. ;)
I look at the other kid I didn't size up and say disgustingly sarcastic "Would you boys like to go in front of me since you only have 2 things?" Kid says "No thanks MA'AM (ugh) you go ahead"
I say "Too bad, if you woulda been nice I woulda let ya"
I had half a mind to tell the checker SOMETHING so she could take her time ringing me up or over charge them or something for retribution. I kept my damn mouth shut.
I'm paid, bagged, and throwing stuff in my cart. Boys come up and put their stuff down and say to the checker "So is this your first day?"
I looked at the kid and angrily/laughingly say "You guys are so RUDE"

Unbelievable. Bitter and irritated, I leave Walmart (vowing once again to NEVER to back).

Alright, bank time. Use my handy dandy iPhone to find the nearest Patelco (affiliated credit union to Chevron FCU-my bank). I'm driving out of the Walmart shopping center, down the street, look at my iPhone and the GPS is stuck. I refresh and it totally overshoots my destination. I realize - Patelco was IN the Walmart shopping center. Duh
But do I U-turn to double back maybe 2 min MAX and go to that Patelco? Nooooo... and maybe it was the negativity of the Walmart experience, but I decide to keep driving the opposite way thinking I'll happen upon another Patelco on my way home. Going down Santa Rita to avoid the freeway that is even WORSE now and see a street, W. Las Positas. I turn right thinking that this goes all the way through to Livermore and VERY close to my known Patelco destination. My one brain cell that does all my remembering triggers a thought - "Didn't I go this way before and all it does is loop back around to where I started??" Stop (safety first!), check the iPhone, YEP - it sure fucking does. Double back about 6+ minutes, ugh!

Traveling once again down Santa Rita to my usual back road route. Remember "there's a credit union in a shopping center right before I turn!" Go in, wait in line for what seemed like FOR-EV-ER, teller says "No sorry we don't support Chevron FCU, but there is a Patelco down Rosewood Ave..." the fucking Walmart shopping center one I DIDN'T go to. Yeah, gee, thanks.

Fuck it. Go on back roads. Driving all over hell it seems. It's 3pm and I'm supposed to meet Elena for happy hour at 4pm. Looks like I'll be late to yet ANOTHER meeting.

FINALLY, arrive at Patelco. Deposit my check, they say that Chevron has put a hold on the check and can only release about a 1/3 of the funds. This is a LONG story... and to spare the nitty gritty in depth detail I will "Cliff note" this:
Call Chevron FCU
Why hold?
Fax us a copy of the check
Why would i have a copy of the check?
Move funds from checking to savings (since savings is all Patelco can see on their end) :( till it adds up to my rent
Go back into Patelco
Get cashiers check
done and done

This wasn't as frustrating as say the Nazi's behind me at Walmart but it didn't help my boiling point. I rush home, drop off the cashiers check, and she says "Did you know you have a $50 late fee?" uhhhh, noooooo, because the note on my door said "Bring a cashiers check or money order for $1095" - that's rent only. UGH, whatever I'll bring it to you guys later, blah blah blah. Bring bigot tainted Walmart purchases inside, hop in shower, get ready and jam to Elena's while doing my make up in the car (safety... third?). Running only 30 min behind so cool but hitting every goddamn red light.

Get to Fat Cactus for some much needed $2 happy hour beers. Ordered a fantastic kids grilled cheese sandwich (toasted sourdough and swiss/or some white cheese... yum!). Things are lookin up! But all I'm doing is bitching about my day. Elena takes me to Cold Stone. I love Elena <3! ... and all is right with the world. Watched and laughed at some Office episodes and started feeling tired at 9pm - OLD LADY!

While driving home on the cleared freeway I notice a BIG YELLOW full moon. Just waiting to hear a werewolf howling in the distance. But lucky me, I saw all the freaks in broad daylight today.

Look at my BCP pack... ahhh... I'm PMSing ;)

Why on my Friday off tho??? Ohhhh sighhhhhh :(

G'night!