so tonight I noticed this weird finance charge on my credit card bill. it was only for $1.44 but what the fuck, I’m not gonna give these fuckers any more than I spend on their behalf. I pay off the entire balance every month and the only reason I carry anything over is because I may send my payment in like a day late or something.

so I called the fuckers up (had to navigate a goddamn labyrinth of pushing one button after another to speak to a human) and asked what this $1.44 was all about. evidently this lady was given a script that told me the only way to get rid of it was to pay for it (what? fuck you, lady!) and I kept asking her HOW it got on there.

after about 10 minutes of an absolute standstill she finally conceded. she must have noticed in my records that I’ve had this card since NINETEEN EIGHTY NINE (1989). I’ve had this damn card for almost 18 years, son! woman you better step DOWN.

so yeah, she is waiving the $1.44.

victory.

I decided to cut myself off sweets during the week. I gotta do something about all this winterfat.

I had to rush my ass over to the office a little earlier than usual today - I had to make sure this one minisite launched exactly 9:00 on the motherfucking dot. it’s not significantly earlier than when I normally come into the office but I noticed a significant difference in the stress levels of my fellow commuters.

one example: one lady had her head down and came barrelling up the stairs — on the wrong side, nearly smacking right into me not knowing she certainly was not the only human being using the stairs at that moment.

another example: some older businessman-type brushed up/bumped into another at a street corner and damn near started a fist fight. a fist fight! the dude literally raised his fist and barked “you wanna do something about it?!” — jesus christ.

was it because it’s a monday?
was it because it’s a little earlier than I care to be at work?

I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell hitting that snooze a few times tomorrow.