<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352482699477464920</id><updated>2024-08-28T07:10:27.769-05:00</updated><category term="frustrations"/><category term="walmart"/><category term="daughter"/><category term="frustration"/><category term="school supplies"/><category term="success"/><category term="teenager"/><category term="Burger King"/><category term="Dr. Pepper"/><category term="Human Nature"/><category term="LG tablet"/><category term="Madonna"/><category term="at&amp;t"/><category term="bank"/><category term="blog"/><category term="cell phone"/><category term="cell phones"/><category term="checking account"/><category term="customer service"/><category term="daily life"/><category term="deposit"/><category term="facebook"/><category term="fail"/><category term="food stamps"/><category term="free"/><category term="frustrating"/><category term="groceries"/><category term="grocery"/><category term="grumpy"/><category term="grumpy people"/><category term="husband"/><category term="irritations"/><category term="low income"/><category term="lower"/><category term="miserable"/><category term="miserable people"/><category term="mobile deposits"/><category term="monthly bill"/><category term="next plans"/><category term="pet peeve"/><category term="phone"/><category term="phone call"/><category term="phone calls"/><category term="phones"/><category term="redo"/><category term="reimbursement"/><category term="reimbursement check"/><category term="restaurant"/><category term="revamped"/><category term="sushi"/><category term="teenaged daughter"/><category term="unfiltered"/><title type='text'>Just A Thought</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where I vent out my daily frustrations in my life.  Oh yeah, I will remain uncensored, so sensitive people need not read.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justhavingathought.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7352482699477464920/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justhavingathought.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816227604891293492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352482699477464920.post-172005423397980408</id><published>2015-08-08T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2015-08-08T09:11:10.952-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bank"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burger King"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="checking account"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="customer service"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deposit"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr. Pepper"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mobile deposits"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phone call"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phone calls"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reimbursement"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reimbursement check"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="success"/><title type='text'>Why Does It Take So Long To Get Paid??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So, I have been waiting and waiting and waiting and WAITING for my reimbursement check from work. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m talking about three weeks of waiting to get this check! &amp;nbsp;Seriously, it shouldn&#39;t take that long to get a reimbursement check, especially since others received theirs a week after I turned them in. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I made the necessary phone calls to see what the hold up was and got the process going. &amp;nbsp;So, I get my check a couple of days later, which was yesterday, a Friday. &amp;nbsp;Now, I know how banks work when depositing checks. &amp;nbsp;So, with it being a Friday, I did the deposit via my phone before 3:00 pm. &amp;nbsp;The time you deposit a check makes a HUGE difference because it determines when you will receive your funds. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Now I have finally received my reimbursement check and made the deposit into my checking account. &amp;nbsp;So, why wasn&#39;t it showing up as available in my account? &amp;nbsp;Usually, banks will give you a portion of your deposit until the check clears. &amp;nbsp;So, why didn&#39;t my bank do this, especially when the check was drawn on the same bank my checking account is with? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Well, I figured I would just wait until today, Saturday morning to see if it was available in my account. &amp;nbsp;Guess what? &amp;nbsp;Nope, not available yet. &amp;nbsp;This is very unusual and very not like my bank to do this. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Hmmmmm, now it&#39;s time to make another phone call to the bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;While I was out this morning getting my &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.drpepper.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Dr. Pepper&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bk.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Burger King&lt;/a&gt;, because I love &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.drpepper.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Dr. Pepper&lt;/a&gt; in fountain drink form, I made a phone call to the bank. &amp;nbsp;After talking to a lady in customer service, she transfers me to the deposit hold department. &amp;nbsp;I talk to a lady in that department and she reviewed my account and the deposit. &amp;nbsp;She puts me on hold and I just patiently wait. &amp;nbsp;She comes back to the phone to say that the hold has been lifted and the money was in my account. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;FINALLY!!! &amp;nbsp;Success at last!! &amp;nbsp;After almost three fucking weeks of waiting to get MY money back, I finally get it today!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So, if any of you come up on a similar or same situation, don&#39;t hesitate to call people to get it resolved. &amp;nbsp;Don&#39;t just lie there and wait for something to happen. &amp;nbsp;It won&#39;t until you get up off your ass and do something about it. &amp;nbsp;You can&#39;t complain about the issue unless you have made attempts to resolving the issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So, why can&#39;t grumpy people find a way to get into a better mood? &amp;nbsp;Why can&#39;t they just be nice or shut the fuck up? &amp;nbsp;No one wants to hear what you have to say if it isn&#39;t civil or nice. &amp;nbsp;Ugh!! &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s no different when dealing with the husband. &amp;nbsp;He is a miserable little fuck and tries to put his misery upon me, which doesn&#39;t work. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m happy with my life because I am a successful person in everything I do. So, is he a miserable person? &amp;nbsp;Well there are some opinions on that but I won&#39;t go through them here. It&#39;s too personal for both us. &amp;nbsp;Just know that he is a miserable human being that wants nothing with anyone or anything except his daughter (occassionally) or his artwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So there you have it. &amp;nbsp;My frustrations with dealing with grumpy and miserable people. Ugh! Someone give me a bottle of wine already!!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;There are other people who won&#39;t answer their phone but you know they are there. &amp;nbsp;You can see them there or like my daughter, I know you are at your friend&#39;s house, so why aren&#39;t you answering your damn phone!! &amp;nbsp;For instance, today I called my daughter&#39;s phone, that I pay for mind you, and she didn&#39;t answer it. &amp;nbsp;I tried several times with no results. &amp;nbsp;So, I called the grandmother&#39;s cell phone and she didn&#39;t answer either. &amp;nbsp;I could tell she purposely sent me to voicemail. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t care who you are, you know when you have been purposely sent to voicemail. &amp;nbsp;It could be for various reasons and I understand that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Since the grandmother didn&#39;t answer her phone, I called their house phone. &amp;nbsp;Surely, SOMEONE will answer that. &amp;nbsp;Nope. Nada. No answer, just the answering machine. &amp;nbsp;Finally, the grandmother texted me that she was at work and in a meeting and to call her husband with his number included. &amp;nbsp;So, finally I have some success at this answering the damn phone situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I call the grandfather and guess what folks? &amp;nbsp;He answered his phone!!! &amp;nbsp;Now, why did he answer his cell phone and not the home phone? &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t ask but I was definitely thinking this as I was talking to him. &amp;nbsp;Now I have someone on the phone, so now I need to speak to my child who refuses to answer her phone, that I pay for every fucking month!! &amp;nbsp;Not her father my husband, but me with MY hard earned money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Okay, so I get her on the phone and she, of course, has an attitude. &amp;nbsp;What teenager doesn&#39;t have attitude? &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know any but let me know when you find one. &amp;nbsp;I would really like to meet them. &amp;nbsp;I asked her what her plan was for the evening, because I like to know what I need to do when I leave work. &amp;nbsp;Of course, she doesn&#39;t know. &amp;nbsp;She gets an attitude because I&#39;m calling her mutliple times to ask this question. &amp;nbsp;If she would have answered the phone the first time, then I wouldn&#39;t have to go all around the mulberry bush to chase the damn weasel! &amp;nbsp;Also, if she would have thought ahead of time and texted me earlier in the day, then I wouldn&#39;t have had to call her at all. &amp;nbsp;Ugh!! &amp;nbsp;Teenagers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Another instance is when I call my stepmom or my dad. &amp;nbsp;They only have their cell phones but they used to have a land line. &amp;nbsp;So, I call my stepmom almost every night. &amp;nbsp;I call my dad every morning while we are both driving to work. &amp;nbsp;So, this is what happens when I call at night for my stepmom. &amp;nbsp;I will call her cell phone first. &amp;nbsp;She doesn&#39;t always answer her cell phone because it could be ANYWHERE. &amp;nbsp;When I say ANYWHERE, I mean ANYWHERE! &amp;nbsp;She could have left her cell phone in her car, her purse that is down stairs in the kitchen, in her bathroom or off because the battery died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So, what do I do next? &amp;nbsp;I call my dad&#39;s cell phone because he answers his phone 99.9% of the time. It&#39;s very rare when my dad won&#39;t answer his cell phone. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes when I call him, he will answer and say that they are watching a movie, out eating or sleeping. &amp;nbsp;When he does answer his cell phone at night, he knows that I want to talk to my stepmom. &amp;nbsp;If he knows she is busy doing something, then he will tell me he will have her call me back. &amp;nbsp;My stepmom will call me back about 99.9% unless she is just too tired or too busy and genuinely forgot. &amp;nbsp;I get that. &amp;nbsp;I really do because I just know how they are but sometimes it can be frustrating when dealing with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The most frustrating thing with talking to my dad and stepmom on the phone is that they are always on speaker phone. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I need to talk to one of them about the other and I don&#39;t want to be rude or hurt anyone&#39;s feelings when asking if they are on speaker phone. &amp;nbsp;The other frustration with being on speaker phone is when I am talking about certain things such as hot button topics, issues or problems. &amp;nbsp;I will be talking to my stepmom and my dad will hear what we are saying and tell her to end the call because he doesn&#39;t want my stepmom to get upset or riled up. &amp;nbsp;I understand but sometimes I just need someone to either vent to or bring a new and fresh perspective to the discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So now you understand my frustration over people not answering their phones. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I can get a bit stalkerish over it but that&#39;s just my OCD.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Then I&#39;m in line to pay for my things. The couple in front of me have an overflowing buggy of grocery garbage. &amp;nbsp;I mean bad for you processed crap that they are obviously not paying for themselves. Their clothes are so dirty and disgusting along with their child. &amp;nbsp;Now, don&#39;t get me wrong, we do have our fair share of low income people but this takes the cake. &amp;nbsp;This couple didn&#39;t even look like they were over 21 years old!! &amp;nbsp;Seriously! What the fuck is wrong with this couple? Why can&#39;t they get off their asses and work? &amp;nbsp;It really pisses me off when I see people in grocery stores with one or more overflowing buggies of crap for free! &amp;nbsp;It really does, especially when they haven&#39;t worked a day in their lives to at least make a contribution to the world. I am actually paying for their crap they get to take home and eat, while I have to watch my money and stay on a fucking budget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;This couple were old enough to at least work at a fast food restaurant and afford decent housing. I know because I have been there. &amp;nbsp;I have worked and was considered poverty level but I NEVER asked for nor considered any government assistance with the exception of Hurricane Katrina. &amp;nbsp;That was a different issue. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, I know what it&#39;s like to not have a lot of money. &amp;nbsp;Hell, I don&#39;t have a lot of money now considering I pay for everything in the house except the rent and most groceries. That&#39;s what the husband handles, since he is a &quot;metal artist.&quot; Pffftt, he doesn&#39;t know what it&#39;s like to have a real job and pay all of the utility bills, insurances, car note, phone bill, and whatever our daughter may need i.e. school supplies, uniforms and school shoes. &amp;nbsp;All of that adds up and then some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;UGH!! &amp;nbsp;I could go on and on about that but it will just get me more frustrated than I should be right now. &amp;nbsp;So, the couple had some type of check to pay for their crappy groceries but the cashier said they couldn&#39;t use it. I forgot why but it was legitimate. &amp;nbsp;Needless to say, they were able to pay for their crappy groceries with their food stamp card. &amp;nbsp;Must be nice to live off the government for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So, that was how my Walmart escapade went today.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;After I left the sushi place, I decided to see if my daughter was awake. &amp;nbsp;I just wanted to know before I went to Walmart; if my daughter was awake and wanted to go to Walmart. &amp;nbsp;She tells me that she needed some time to wake up and get something to eat. &amp;nbsp;I told her that was fine and I was on my way home. &amp;nbsp;I get home and she doesn&#39;t want to go because she still isn&#39;t feeling well from yesterday. &amp;nbsp;So, all this time I have been waiting for her to go with me to Walmart and she doesn&#39;t want to go! Ugh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Now that I am home and NOT going to Walmart today, it&#39;s time to do the laundry. &amp;nbsp;I only do laundry on Sundays because I just wash our clothes and not the husband&#39;s clothes. &amp;nbsp;He&#39;s particular about his shit. &amp;nbsp;Believe me, when talking about the husband, it becomes a very long and frustrating story. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ll get to him eventually but not right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Needless to say, Walmart was a fail today. &amp;nbsp;However, I have tomorrow and we will see if it&#39;s a success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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