Today began with a rocky start because my body wanted scrambled eggs but I fed it a granola bar instead. From there it was a slippery slope. In an effort to be fiscally responsible thus accomplishing #10 on The List, I paid my rent, credit card and cable bills and eventually my parking ticket (although I still have yet to file my taxes.)
Back in mid-March I got a parking ticket.
I was parked in a place that I have parked for the last two years but they changed the signs from weekend parking to tow-zone. I was annoyed but ultimately it was my fault so I tried to pay the $20.00 now before it became $25.00.
I examined the ticket and you can pay in three ways:
1. At city hall (in a city I live 30 minutes away from).
2. By money order or postal note (which I have never heard of).
Obvi, I choose option #3. Well...you can't actually pay on the parking ticket website. You have to create an account for a third party collection agency and pay through them. And they charge a fee to pay online. Ugh. But I can't send the city a check directly and I refuse to drive the 30 minutes to pay in person.
So I create my account intending to use my Visa to pay the fee. But although the Visa logo is shown, they don't actually accept Visa for parking tickets.
WTF? When have you ever heard of ANYTHING taking Discover but not Visa? So I can't mail a check but I can't pay online with Visa. Within the account I created, I had to create something called an ACH which is an acronym that means electronic check (I guess). I can't mail a check but I can pay a fee to use an electronic check? In the words of Chandler Bing, "Could it BE any more difficult?"
After figuring out how to pay my parking ticket I went to have words with my bank. They have released new debit cards that are more akin to library cards than credit cards. When mine was peeling apart, I had a new one printed. That one didn't swipe so I had another printed. That one swiped when the card was vertical but not when it was horizontal. Arg! Today I had yet another card printed. That would be card #4 in 3 weeks. This one better work otherwise the next words I have with my bank will be, "I'm closing my account."
As there is no grocery store in the tiny town I live in, I split my shopping among three neighboring towns. And because they are still small towns, I inevitably bump into someone I know. Today at the grocery store, I got in line then realized I forgot to get bananas. As I turned to walk away I heard my full name. (Side note: My last name is only 4 letters, one syllable so I am often referred to as Amy _ _ _ _ like it is one name.) So there I was looking a hot mess after sleeping on the aforementioned (almost) french braid face to face with my mentor teacher from my last teaching gig. It was good to see her but I should know by now to brush my hair before I leave the house. C'est la vie.
I guess the moral of the day is wash the dishes so you can make scrambled eggs!