problematic
Jul. 14th, 2008 05:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Well... on the good side, I cleaned the house today. A bunch of things I'd been putting off, I just finally was motivated to get up and do. Cleaned all the dishes including things that were just dusty from sitting out, and put them all away. Scrubbed, really scrubbed, behind the sink and the surrounding countertops, which have gotten icky and grungy. Really thoroughly cleaned the kitchen sink and strainer baskets and drains. Scrubbed the tub, toilet, and bathroom sink, scrubbed the bathroom countertop. Cleaned all the laundry out of the "office" (spare bedroom), and finally put the clean sheets back on that bed. (Had just thrown quilt back over bed so it looked neat, but hadn't actually put sheets back on it, and so naps were being taken there on top of the quilt, and it just seemed dumb.) Did laundry, dried all of it on the line so everything smells nice. Straightened up in the dinette a bit, though I could've done a bit more... Watered all the indoor plants. Weeded a bit in the garden.
Still have to put clothes away, but let's not get too ambitious here-- I haven't in months, and expecting me to do so now is a bit much. But I might. I might yet.
However. In the "problematic" side of things... I walked a half a mile to the bank, only to discover it had closed a quarter of an hour before. Irritating. I had tried to make an ATM deposit yesterday, frustratingly; first it kept kicking the deposit back because it was too large (but not saying what the maximum was, annoyingly-- I had two large checks, and could deposit them separately if only I knew if either of them would fit), then when I finally got past that screen by depositing only the smaller check, it said "Prepare deposit" and had a little animated graphic of someone writing on an envelope.
A deposit envelope. Great idea. I'd sure like one.
Our old bank, HSBC, used to spit one out of the ATM. Nothing doing here. I poked all the slots on the ATM. No button, no slot, nothing. There was a metal box on the wall near the ATM, and you could see that a label had once said "DEPOSIT ENVELOPES", but the label had been covered with masking tape, and there was nothing in the rusty box.
Yup, I'd sure like a deposit envelope. Too bad there isn't one. I hit "cancel", got my card back, and walked around to the front of the bank. The lobby was locked and I couldn't go in; I peered through the glass and there was no box or table or anything containing deposit envelopes in the lobby anyway.
So when I arrived today fifteen minutes past closing time, I could get into the lobby, and I could see the employees wandering around inside the bank, but there were no deposit envelopes for me. So I went to the ATM and got it to tell me the 1-800 number for the bank, which I'd been almost mad enough to call the day before. Finally I *was* mad enough.
I walked to Z's mom's house while explaining to Lorraine at First Niagara that when one has no car, one has great difficulty just going to all the banks in the city looking for the one that's got deposit envelopes available. She said, apologetically, that most branches just filled the box once a day. And in places where people steal the envelopes a lot, the branches just don't put any out. "How are you meant to make ATM deposits, then?" I asked. She didn't really know, but pointed out that there were three branches within a thirty-mile radius that were open later hours. "Well, without a car, that doesn't do me a great deal of good," I said politely. Of course it wasn't her fault; I wasn't going to yell at her. But I asked if I could lodge a complaint, as it really made it hard to do business.
Why do I rant about banks so much? They just piss me right the fuck off no matter what. It's a huge pain, I tell you what. We should do away with money. Or maybe I'll just get it all in Sacajawea dollars and pay for everything in cash and keep the extra in my mattress. There's the ticket.
And the rest of the problematic-ness stems from the fact that Z isn't home yet. He got up at 8:30 and started working, and has been so absorbed as to be grumpy and unable to be spoken to all day. Around 2 he got up and said, "I gotta go into the office," which is always annoying as hell. And it's 6 now and when I asked him when I could expect him home he said, "It's problematic."
More problematic still is the fact that yet another of the power sources for our Macbooks has died-- one already died about 6 months ago, and the other just went yesterday. They don't fail electronically, the magnetic tip bit just snaps off the cord eventually just like the older-style non-magnetic ones, only faster. Most irritatingly of all, the other end of the cord is removable from the power brick and can be replaced for basically free, but this end is attached to the transformer and is about $100.
So Z has the only power adapter for both of our computers. Which means I'm kind of running out of time, and can forget about trying to do any writing or anything.
Bummer.
I'm really getting sick of buying new Macbook power adapters. They're just so overpriced, and fragile. I've never had any kind of mishap, or handled it poorly-- they just wear out. What a pain in my ass.
Oh well. Maybe I'll go get back to being productive. Maybe.
Still have to put clothes away, but let's not get too ambitious here-- I haven't in months, and expecting me to do so now is a bit much. But I might. I might yet.
However. In the "problematic" side of things... I walked a half a mile to the bank, only to discover it had closed a quarter of an hour before. Irritating. I had tried to make an ATM deposit yesterday, frustratingly; first it kept kicking the deposit back because it was too large (but not saying what the maximum was, annoyingly-- I had two large checks, and could deposit them separately if only I knew if either of them would fit), then when I finally got past that screen by depositing only the smaller check, it said "Prepare deposit" and had a little animated graphic of someone writing on an envelope.
A deposit envelope. Great idea. I'd sure like one.
Our old bank, HSBC, used to spit one out of the ATM. Nothing doing here. I poked all the slots on the ATM. No button, no slot, nothing. There was a metal box on the wall near the ATM, and you could see that a label had once said "DEPOSIT ENVELOPES", but the label had been covered with masking tape, and there was nothing in the rusty box.
Yup, I'd sure like a deposit envelope. Too bad there isn't one. I hit "cancel", got my card back, and walked around to the front of the bank. The lobby was locked and I couldn't go in; I peered through the glass and there was no box or table or anything containing deposit envelopes in the lobby anyway.
So when I arrived today fifteen minutes past closing time, I could get into the lobby, and I could see the employees wandering around inside the bank, but there were no deposit envelopes for me. So I went to the ATM and got it to tell me the 1-800 number for the bank, which I'd been almost mad enough to call the day before. Finally I *was* mad enough.
I walked to Z's mom's house while explaining to Lorraine at First Niagara that when one has no car, one has great difficulty just going to all the banks in the city looking for the one that's got deposit envelopes available. She said, apologetically, that most branches just filled the box once a day. And in places where people steal the envelopes a lot, the branches just don't put any out. "How are you meant to make ATM deposits, then?" I asked. She didn't really know, but pointed out that there were three branches within a thirty-mile radius that were open later hours. "Well, without a car, that doesn't do me a great deal of good," I said politely. Of course it wasn't her fault; I wasn't going to yell at her. But I asked if I could lodge a complaint, as it really made it hard to do business.
Why do I rant about banks so much? They just piss me right the fuck off no matter what. It's a huge pain, I tell you what. We should do away with money. Or maybe I'll just get it all in Sacajawea dollars and pay for everything in cash and keep the extra in my mattress. There's the ticket.
And the rest of the problematic-ness stems from the fact that Z isn't home yet. He got up at 8:30 and started working, and has been so absorbed as to be grumpy and unable to be spoken to all day. Around 2 he got up and said, "I gotta go into the office," which is always annoying as hell. And it's 6 now and when I asked him when I could expect him home he said, "It's problematic."
More problematic still is the fact that yet another of the power sources for our Macbooks has died-- one already died about 6 months ago, and the other just went yesterday. They don't fail electronically, the magnetic tip bit just snaps off the cord eventually just like the older-style non-magnetic ones, only faster. Most irritatingly of all, the other end of the cord is removable from the power brick and can be replaced for basically free, but this end is attached to the transformer and is about $100.
So Z has the only power adapter for both of our computers. Which means I'm kind of running out of time, and can forget about trying to do any writing or anything.
Bummer.
I'm really getting sick of buying new Macbook power adapters. They're just so overpriced, and fragile. I've never had any kind of mishap, or handled it poorly-- they just wear out. What a pain in my ass.
Oh well. Maybe I'll go get back to being productive. Maybe.
