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A Downtown Jaunt.
Oct. 31st, 2008 11:00 pmI went downtown this afternoon to deposit my paycheck because I had to stop automatic deposits while my bank account was swapping stuff over after the wallet fiasco. Because I'm with a credit union that's located in California, I have to go to approved service centers within the network. I looked one up online and went on down.
When I got there, I discovered that they were closed for the week--on vacation. What kind of bank goes on vacation for a week at Halloween? Suffice it to say, I'm never going there again. They had a list of other places to go, and I recognized the name of one of them as a bank that had been on the list my bank provided. So I headed over there.
Mid-way, I ran across a young man dancing. He was wearing a white t-shit, sleeves rolled up/middle cut out, that said "hater" on the bank, and he held a boom-box on one shoulder while he boogied back and forth through pedestrian traffic on the corner. Nearby, a group of three young men nearly laughed themselves into cardiac arrest.
I finally arrived at my destination, was helped by a very nice woman, deposited my check, made a withdraw, and headed back to campus.
I had a 3:30 appointment with a professor that I was an hour early for, so I sat down in the plaza and drank a green tea bubble drink while I looked over my notes. The meet went smoothly, it was great to see the professor, and I went home to get ready for the symphony (Mozart's Piano Concerto no. 22 and Strauss' "Alpine Symphony," both of which were delightful).
As I was packing up my handbag to go, I realized that I couldn't find my student ID. That's the student ID I replaced yesterday for $20. Yeah. Best I can tell, it probably fell out of my jeans pocket sometime after I got back to campus. If no one turns it in, I'll be getting another replacement on Monday.
[sigh]
I don't know about you, but I'm getting all funned out.
When I got there, I discovered that they were closed for the week--on vacation. What kind of bank goes on vacation for a week at Halloween? Suffice it to say, I'm never going there again. They had a list of other places to go, and I recognized the name of one of them as a bank that had been on the list my bank provided. So I headed over there.
Mid-way, I ran across a young man dancing. He was wearing a white t-shit, sleeves rolled up/middle cut out, that said "hater" on the bank, and he held a boom-box on one shoulder while he boogied back and forth through pedestrian traffic on the corner. Nearby, a group of three young men nearly laughed themselves into cardiac arrest.
I finally arrived at my destination, was helped by a very nice woman, deposited my check, made a withdraw, and headed back to campus.
I had a 3:30 appointment with a professor that I was an hour early for, so I sat down in the plaza and drank a green tea bubble drink while I looked over my notes. The meet went smoothly, it was great to see the professor, and I went home to get ready for the symphony (Mozart's Piano Concerto no. 22 and Strauss' "Alpine Symphony," both of which were delightful).
As I was packing up my handbag to go, I realized that I couldn't find my student ID. That's the student ID I replaced yesterday for $20. Yeah. Best I can tell, it probably fell out of my jeans pocket sometime after I got back to campus. If no one turns it in, I'll be getting another replacement on Monday.
[sigh]
I don't know about you, but I'm getting all funned out.
