I wrote this a little bit ago, but it is my first offical blog on this site. I didn’t have internet so it was delayed in the upload!
I have decided as of today that I need to start blogging again. Too much of my time is spent trying to catch up to my to do list. Recently, due to my crazy pregnancy hormones, I have become stir crazy and cranky. Even if no one reads any of these ( I do not expect anyone to) at least I can vent without wanting to punch holes in my wall.
Today was by far the most frustrating day I have had in a long time. I do not know what it is about incompetent people but they drive me fucking crazy. Whether it be moon phases or they all plotted together to weasel their way into my life I can’t take it anymore.
To start off I woke up at nine the night before and did not go to sleep until twelve thirty in the afternoon today so maybe that entitles me to be a little cranky. I wake up to a facebook email saying “Wish me happy birthday silly!” Are you serious? I was going to wish you a happy birthday when I was conscious enough to even comprehend maneuvering the internet. Now that you are being all needy and requesting birthday wishes you get nothing from me. Who in their right mind goes around seeking recognition of getting older? Congrats you are one year closer to dying. Let me show you my master’s degree in “I Don’t Give A Fuck.”
Secondly, my publishing consultant is the nicest person I have talked to on the phone in the long time. Do not get me wrong I do not in any way hate him. Although when I get five phone calls in a row I want to put my phone in the microwave. Dude, I get it you want to talk to me. Believe me I am not jerking you around I am really excited about publishing my book and I am in no way wasting your time or my money. When you are calling me ten minutes after you get into the office and blow my phone up like it is some crazy ass emergency I want to answer the phone and tell you to calm your happy ass down. Not to mention I get at least one email every three calls. I said I would call you chill the fuck out. Nothing is worse than waking up from my two hour nap to eleven missed calls and three emails. Whoa buddy, it is better this way. Nobody wants to talk to me when I am half asleep. Its not a fun time, I work nights.
After that I get to be transferred back and forth from the payment department because nobody can figure out what the hell is wrong with my debit card. It was even more fun when I did not get transferred to the same person but yet talked to three separate people. EVERYTIME I was transferred from my consultant to a payment specialist I got a new fucking person that read me the same fucking agreement. Even when I explained to them it had explained to me twice before just five minutes ago they assured me it was policy and they wanted to make sure I understood. I am fairly certain I could explain to you the section of my contract concerning payments verbatim.
This went on for a total of five hours. FIVE HOURS of my life that I will never get back. I could actually feel an aneurism forming in my brain listening to these people. After trying like fifteen times because the first fourteen attempts did not seem to work I finally was able to get off the phone with them to call… the bank. Imagine my joy to deal with two more individuals that had no idea what the fuck they were talking about. First I have someone tell me I had a restriction per transaction and that is why my payment was not going through. Let me just note that all of this was over $14.76. Not a big deal right? Its not even fifteen dollars. By the end of it I had officially lost my shit.
So, I call the payment department back and tell them to make two separate payments one large and the other for the stupid $14.76. (Mind you they can not just have it routed out of my account they can only do it with a card.) Decline, decline, decline, decline. The third person was just as bad as the first two. Ok we get it! If it does not clear the first two attempts stop trying. So I get off the phone with her and call the bank again. The second person at the bank tells me the large payment went through and the second one is not even pending. So I ask him what the hell is going on because this is getting ridiculous. “I apologize ma’am” I heard that more times than I needed to today. Then I learn the previous banker was incorrect I did not have a limit per transaction it was per DAY! Wonderful…
The next thirty minutes were spent getting a gift card to put money on so I can pay $14.76 so the production of my novel would not be put on hold for a week. Seriously? How can the bank refuse to push through such a small transaction when I am on the phone with them verbally approving it? I expected them to flag the much larger sum, which I did have to notify them I was the one that had set it up. So much bullshit and time was spent over fourteen dollars and seventy-six cents. It ruined my entire day. When I finally call the payment center back to give them the number of the gift card it went through instantly. This bitch did not even say goodbye or thank you or anything just “Ok it is approved you are all set.” *Click* Five hours of my life that I will never get back.
All of this could have been solved in two phone calls. I looked through the terms of my account and nowhere does it state that I have a daily spending limit. Thank you very much, bank. This whole process has frustrated me enough that I actually had to sit down and write it out because I could no longer bottle it in.
However, despite a horrible headache inducing day I am pleased to say that production of my novel The Tales of Dungard; Immortal Secrets is going along smoothly. About two more months until it is available in the market. Be sure to stay informed by liking the page on facebook!