First Class Turd
As a general rule, I never open my mail on the weekend. Whatever I find in my box on Friday and Saturday gets stuffed into a wad I hide until Monday morning. This Old House, National Geographic, or birthday cards are the exceptions to the rule. I've had more than one weekend ruined by some bad news sent via the US Postal Service. Since most businesses are closed for the weekend, there isn't anything you can do about it until Monday except worry if something is wrong.
Ignorance is bliss.
That being the case, what was a fairly routine Monday has become a rather unpleasant day. We're having a banking problem, and I'm having some trouble figuring out what is going on since their computers crashed. So, I'm anxiously waiting for a phone call, and contemplating this dreaded phrase, "daily compounding interest."
I need a drink.
Ignorance is bliss.
That being the case, what was a fairly routine Monday has become a rather unpleasant day. We're having a banking problem, and I'm having some trouble figuring out what is going on since their computers crashed. So, I'm anxiously waiting for a phone call, and contemplating this dreaded phrase, "daily compounding interest."
I need a drink.
posted by John | 9:28 AM
1 Comments:
Hang in there, it's almost Friday again. I wish we could help you guys out.
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