Oh fuck you, bank. Fuck you.

Can I just move in here? Thanks. The only downside to my luminaries is that since they're paper, they basically can only go out the night before and maybe the night of. I do need to remember to finally buy gravel or something to put in the bottom this year. Do it, self. Do it now.

Day 8 is movie that scarred you as a kid. F/X:2. Yes. Mom tells the tale of going to a party with us and the kids were all in one room while the adults were in another and either one of the older kids freaked out during the movie or an adult realized the kids were too quiet. In any case, there was chiblet me, happily watching movies not terribly suited for kids. No problem.

Nine year old me, however, sees this with a friend and her mother either because they really wanted to see it or the movie I thought we were going to see was sold out and I think nothing of it because I dunno, why would I? It wasn't even a movie I'd heard of. Yeah, no. Kid!me was scarred by the shower death and possibly other things and I just remember trying to kind of disappear into the wall and maybe find a way into the next theater which was, btw, playing the movie I wanted to see in the first place. So close yet so far. I don't think I told Mom what I'd seen and later it turned out that she'd wanted to see F/X2. I haven't rewatched it though I must admit the poster shown in this review is priceless. Scroll to the bottom and thank me later. No, seriously, take a moment and do this one thing for yourself. See? Totally worth the price of clicking (which was free, don't get any ideas).

In other news, I dyed my hair last night. I don't think I did the best job and that's probably because a) I was oddly very tired and b) so tired that I didn't realize half the damn lights in my bathroom/vanity area were blown out. So it's less the red advertised and more reddish. I was worried about their warning about gray hair and it being too vivid (I want red not orange) but I went a little too light on my Rogue streak, so she'll be roaring back to life sometime before Halloween, I'm sure.


FUUUUUUUUUUCK. My bank just fucked me over hardcore. At noon I got an email from them saying there was an "activity" notice which could mean anything from "hey, this is a reminder we're closed" to "you're overdrawn to an alarming degree." Care to guess which one it was?

Obviously. Turns out that I must've failed to calculate something properly, so Friday, yes FRIDAY, I swiped my card for something and it triggered an overdraft transfer from my savings. They charged me for that. And everything thereafter went through without a single peep from them as they racked up NSF fees for each time I used my card, blissfully unaware that the tiny little transactions I was making were snowballing.

If they'd let me know my purchase Friday had triggered the overdraft, I would've had time to hit the bank and put in the funds for the rest of the purchase (which didn't fucking even go through til Saturday, so they're not hitting me with any of the NSF fees and getting away with it) and either not fucking used my card the rest of the weekend or, y'know, put in enough money to buy my lunches over the weekend. But no. No. They hit my account five times for NSF fees in addition to the initial overdraft (because transferring my money from one account to another is so difficult).

What really fucking pisses me off, to the point that it's going to take all my charm and sweetness to not break out the fun words right off the bat when I call them in the morning, is that they did this to me back when we lived at the house. So like, five years ago if not more. And they SWORE up and down that it was standard practice for an alert to be sent, either email or text (because they fucking require both to be on my account) when trouble first starts, and that when it didn't, it was a fluke and it would never happen again. Sure, then they tried to fucking keep my fees but I told them they could go fuck themselves (nicely) and they backtracked real quick with the promise that nothing like that would ever happen again. And yet, here we are. Only worse, because that one was them putting in transactions weirdly to maximize fees and I had proof of them doing so, and this is just them failing to do their job.

I fired off a quick form that let them know that I was not pleased by their fuckery and I'll be calling in the morning because it's a holiday and they aren't open. But that didn't stop the alert from being sent, so clearly that works on holidays. Which means it fucking should have worked on fucking Friday and they can refund my fees, kiss my ass, and they'll be lucky if I don't tell everyone I see using one of their cards what assholes they are instead of cooing, "Oh, you have that bank too? Aren't they great?"

I even double checked with Cass to make sure I wasn't just... imagining things and that this was something banks did. I know my credit cards will alert me the moment things look even remotely off, but she assured me that yes, my bank (which she either has or has used in the past) is supposed to give me a head's up before they run away with all my money.

You don't fuck with my money. I thought you knew.

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Got the mail from the weekend and there was a surprise from Lori. Thank you!
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Thank you again, Lori. I really appreciate it! Made the day suck less. :D