Fuck (with apologies to Dr D)
Aug. 8th, 2001 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
babysimonWell, you may have noticed that I haven't posted for a while. This is partly due to me being stressed, and partly due to there being very little happening at work which in a curious kind of way makes it harder for me to do time-wasting things while there. Anyway, I went to the supermarket after work tonight and Something Bad happened.
I went round, picking up much-needed food, and even-more-needed toilet paper and toothpaste and perhaps-most-important-of-all, hair gel, and when I got to the till I found out the hard way that I really should have waited before buying that digital camera. Yes, my card was declined. The arrival about 30 seconds later of a large gentleman in a bomber jacket suggests that this is not unheard of at the Stratford Safeway. I had £1.90 in my pocket. I say had, because even in such dire financial straits I needed the toilet paper, and I thought I might as well blow the rest on very cheap white bread and very cheap baked beans.
Obviously in my local corner shop - I can't imagine going back to Safeway in the forseeable future.
It's not too bad - I get paid in a couple of days - but I'm quite pissed off with myself for letting this happen. It now occurs to me that (for instance), I don't know what my overdraft limit is, and had no idea what my bank balance was anyway.
It doesn't really help that we want to book some caterers for the commitment ceremony, and I could ideally do with paying for train tickets to Manchester and BiCon and so on.
Waaa! I thought being grown-up meant things like this didn't happen. I suddenly feel like a student.
I went round, picking up much-needed food, and even-more-needed toilet paper and toothpaste and perhaps-most-important-of-all, hair gel, and when I got to the till I found out the hard way that I really should have waited before buying that digital camera. Yes, my card was declined. The arrival about 30 seconds later of a large gentleman in a bomber jacket suggests that this is not unheard of at the Stratford Safeway. I had £1.90 in my pocket. I say had, because even in such dire financial straits I needed the toilet paper, and I thought I might as well blow the rest on very cheap white bread and very cheap baked beans.
Obviously in my local corner shop - I can't imagine going back to Safeway in the forseeable future.
It's not too bad - I get paid in a couple of days - but I'm quite pissed off with myself for letting this happen. It now occurs to me that (for instance), I don't know what my overdraft limit is, and had no idea what my bank balance was anyway.
It doesn't really help that we want to book some caterers for the commitment ceremony, and I could ideally do with paying for train tickets to Manchester and BiCon and so on.
Waaa! I thought being grown-up meant things like this didn't happen. I suddenly feel like a student.
