Here’s the story, of a lovely lady…. oh, sorry, nick-at-nite flashback. I do have a cool story for ya, though. Well, i think it’s cool. So i paid rent on sunday, right, the 5th, the day it’s due. Trouble is, i get paid friday, the 10th. Well, actually, sometime thursday nite, the 9th, thanks to the miracle of the automated clearing house system. But it’s my last month in this apartment, the last time i’ll be paying them rent, and i’m really not happy with them anyway. And i looked in the lease, and it’d be cheaper to bounce my rent check than to pay 4 days in late fees. Sooo…. i wrote the check. 😉 Meanwhile, back at the ranch, i had a couple checks to deposit, so i stuck them in the mail on the 3rd (friday). Citibank has been the best bank i’ve ever worked with, but the one fault of their service is that the nearest branch office is in L.A. or Chicago. :[ So i mail my deposits, usually it takes about 7-9 days for them to post. I mean, at least they give me postage-paid envelopes, that’s super cool. Pretty much wasn’t counting on those to make it until sometime next week. I think you see where this is going…
So i log into the bank today and whattayaknow, the rent check hasn’t posted yet, but the deposits have! In what, 5 days? That rocks! Obviously, the big guy upstairs has His thumb on the banking system, and is keeping an eye out for me. Thanx! I was expecting the worst, and once again slid by with less than an inch to spare. Gabe, what were you saying yesterday about luck and survival instinct…? 😀
What is with the universe lately, anyway? I think it’s trying to tell me something… that i need to win the lottery.
So my car was rear-ended today, not too serious, but enough to make me think taking the bus to work might not be such a bad idea. Surrounding my car with bumper-car-style rubber guards also crossed my mind. Anyway, I already have an estimate for about 1400, and the kid’s dad called me and wants to pay the body shop directly and get me a rental car. Which is cool, i guess.
So then i get home tonight, and i’m flipping thru tv, and i see frasier get in a car accident and miss his flight. But then on that 70’s show, they went to chicago and went disco dancing. Not sure what that’s supposed to tell me. I think the universe might have it’s signals mixed… In any case, i bought a mega-millions lottery ticket with the last dollar in my wallet. Drawing is friday nite. So i could either have a really great weekend, or just a weekend. We’ll let the universe make that call, eh?