Today marked the first day back at school. I got on to campus early to run a few errands- including spending more than one month’s rent on books and nothing else. With about a half hour to spare before my very first class of the semester was supposed to start, I went to deposit $1000 in cash to the nearest ATM.
For those of you who aren’t as bank-savvy as I USED to be, my bank offers a cash deposit service wherein you stick your bills in a sliding door, the robots inside of said machine then count your notes and you verify the amount.
The ATM asked me for my money.
… I moved into the motions of anger and intense irritation wherein I tutted “of COURSE it had to happen to ME” under my breath about 50 times. My class was in session and I was glued to this stupid machine which really had an attitude. By now I had been bounced around to 6 customer service representatives, and spent 90% of my time in hold.
I guess one of the perks of being in a small college town while attending a private religiously-affiliated university, is that people genuinely care:
Long story short, I missed three classes before lugging my 14 new and heavy books across town to my local branch, where I had to file some paperwork that couldn’t be done over the phone because I don’t have my passport number, 10th grade bra size, parent’s neighbor’s dog’s birthday, 27 digits of pi memorized.