I don't like Mondays

This morning was my first Monday morning in years. It wasn't so bad. I had planned to walk in to work thinking that it would go a long way toward waking me up and getting started. Well, it didn't happen. When the brutal reality of the morning presented itself I found that a little extra sleep was more important so I ended up driving in. I think I will make that part of my routine. I drive on Mondays so that I getting to bed a bit late because of Sanctuary doesn't get in the way. It's all about priorities.

Caffeine!

There is not enough coffee for Monday mornings.

Yawn

Just waiting for a process to finish in the background. I often wonder how much of my life has been spent waiting for blue lines to crawl across my computer screen. But what the hell, I'm getting paid for it. The idea of getting paid on a regular basis started to sink in last night at the club. Not only do I have my rent and bills sorted out for this month, but I have the next six month, (and longer if I take the full-time job) lined up. I've been mentally shopping since the idea started to gel. I'll be able to get the things I need like some new clothes and food and such and still have money left for luxuries like an upgrade from my overworked server and a digital camera that can work in low light. Yay!

RRRRAAAAGHHHHH!!!!

I am soooooooo annoyed. I went to put a little money in the bank today after work and was very surprised to find an amount that didn't jive at all with what should have been in there (nothing). This concerned me, so I took a look at my online banking. The God damned frigging student loan people, who fucked me over in the first place by not following my request to hold my cheque last month and bounced the damn thing (they've held cheques before when I was late with the money) went ahead and processed the post-dated replacement cheque fully two weeks before the date on the cheque, and then the compound the problem the bank actually ran it through. Don't they bloody well look at the dates on the frigging cheques? Not that the whole reason I'm stuck writing cheques to the Receiver General for my student loan isn't because the bank fucked me over in the first place by misinforming me about which account they were going to take the payments out of. I phoned their marvellous "24-hour bank anytime from home at your convenience" phone number to get this sorted out and got told I had to go into my branch in person. My branch opens an hour after I'm supposed to start work and closes at the same time I usually leave. So considering the time I'm going to miss at work, the fact that I won't have time to walk and will have to pay for downtown parking again tomorrow and the NSF fees this lovely little fuck-up is going to cost me in excess of $100. Fat chance I am going to get much if any of that out of the bank.

Here's todays comic, which considering I scan these in advance is strangely topical.