fuck the dollar chase and all the mean and nasty things it makes us do to each other.

okay.
i am okay.
my fucking purse was fucking stolen while i was dropping my little one off at school, i left my car running, doors unlocked. just like i do every fucking morning, but only this morning, someone decided it was my day to have something taken from me. i walked out of the preschool to find out that my passenger car door is open, my cheap (but very cool) sun glasses out laying on the blacktop next to the ajar door. what the fuck.
so, since when is it alright to prey upon low-income mothers at the pleasant ridge YMCA? i guess times are getting hard, i don't know how life is on the thief's end, hell, they felt they must do it. i am not really mad at them anyway. at first, yes i was, but later on, the madness turned just into disgust for the way society makes certain others feel that they must steal to get what they need. shit, there wasn't any cash in the purse anyway. i just had to cancel all my credit and debit cards, i was an hour late for work. i stopped at the coffee shop and got a tasty coffee treat.

i have had things taken from me a few times, and there has never been a time when it was not a hassle. this time actually it was not too bad, but it was a hassle no less. hey, at least they did not take my car. life does not really take what we need, it only takes what it feels we must get rid of or learn to live without. of course. things would not get taken from us if the things were not needed to live. life is a bitch and a half but is always a blast and a half too.

and the hassle ensued yesterday, i came to find out on my only day off the whole week.

i go to my bank, and explain to the girl behind the desk what had happened to me the other day. she says she believes me, i verify that i am in fact my self, i give her my signature, she verifies that it does match my other ones attached to my account. i have no picture ID, no social security card. i brought my birth certificate, but the bitch said that would not suffice.

well, according to Chase policy, i am only allowed to get out $100 fucking dollars. $100 fucking dollars. and this is supposed to put gas in my car and float me until my new debit card comes in the mail..... i was fucking pissed. i explained to the girl that i needed to pay a ticket that was due today for $104, and if i did not pay it i would have a warrant out for my arrest. i also needed to but new tags, put gas in my car, buy groceries. i needed $300, not this insult of a number $100. fuck that.

well, i cussed, more than i am typing now, i yelled, i insulted. i promised that this bank would be losing my business. i will be closing my account as soon as i could. as soon as i get a picture identification i will be going straight to the bitches and closing my account. they do not deserve my presence. i have been there for about ten years.

fuck the dollar chase and all the mean and nasty things it makes us do to each other.

translucent baroque sunday

cold glass hand perspective swinging street lights
translucent baroque sunday with a wandering mind,
wind is here and i have a clue as to what i should do.
i grab the everyday wheel and go with it.