dear i hate my bank diary,
i sat in the drive thru at my bank for five fucking minutes today with the call button pushed before the little stupid voice came over the intercom and said, "may i help you." omg. omfg. i thought at that very moment that it was a good thing there was a big glass window and a belt across my lap between the little cunt and i, or ida come up out of my seat and possibly told her to her face who needed the help, but instead, i told her i needed a withdrawal slip for a savings account, which region's bank will NOT give out ahead of time. everytime i say i am gunna switch banks and one of these days- i am. i swear. and my day had begun so well too, i bent over this morning looking for the leash under the seat in my car and a man driving by yelled, "booty booty booty." i felt so young again. then when i got home from the bank, we practiced our fire drill. becky still has a hard time jumping out the window into my waiting arms. she will do it, but she shakes her head 'no' several times and woofs, "no," and then after i coax her she will- but if it was an emergency- i wouldn't have time to woo her. the grump will always jump, into waiting arms or the hard ass concrete. God knows there doesn't even have to be an emergency for him. i think he is almost suicidal at times. he jumps from a moving fucking car- you kinda gotta watch his stupid ass.
i sat in the drive thru at my bank for five fucking minutes today with the call button pushed before the little stupid voice came over the intercom and said, "may i help you." omg. omfg. i thought at that very moment that it was a good thing there was a big glass window and a belt across my lap between the little cunt and i, or ida come up out of my seat and possibly told her to her face who needed the help, but instead, i told her i needed a withdrawal slip for a savings account, which region's bank will NOT give out ahead of time. everytime i say i am gunna switch banks and one of these days- i am. i swear. and my day had begun so well too, i bent over this morning looking for the leash under the seat in my car and a man driving by yelled, "booty booty booty." i felt so young again. then when i got home from the bank, we practiced our fire drill. becky still has a hard time jumping out the window into my waiting arms. she will do it, but she shakes her head 'no' several times and woofs, "no," and then after i coax her she will- but if it was an emergency- i wouldn't have time to woo her. the grump will always jump, into waiting arms or the hard ass concrete. God knows there doesn't even have to be an emergency for him. i think he is almost suicidal at times. he jumps from a moving fucking car- you kinda gotta watch his stupid ass.
