I am unfit for modern life.
And, I need my head examined.
I will not bore you with the details of my frenzied call to the bank thinking someone had made unauthorized withdrawals, to the making of a claim, to finding out I was mistaken, to the call back to tell them I was an idiot.
Said details are just too humiliating to go into in much depth.
Though in my defence, I would not have been in a panic, had not four of them shown up all in one day. [Evidently there must have been a computer glitch and they all showed up at once instead of every day as they usually do.]
I am just not cut out for this modern banking stuff. If I couldn't go online every FREAKING day and look at my accounts, the issue would have resolved itself without me being thrown into a temporary, and as it turns out totally unnecessary tizzy.
I should be kept in the garden. Like a pet. There I am supremely competent. I can clean up weeds like nobody's business. I can take wonderful care of any number of plant varieties. I'm a veritable gardening genius.
But throw me into the deep end of the high finance pool, and I sink like a lead weight to the bottom and sit there with bubbles oozing out of my ears. A useless lump of insecurities.
Yep I just need to putter in the kitchen, grow vegetables, knit and write stories. Everything else seems scary to me today....
(We just can't take her anywhere. It's just awful.)
And, I need my head examined.
I will not bore you with the details of my frenzied call to the bank thinking someone had made unauthorized withdrawals, to the making of a claim, to finding out I was mistaken, to the call back to tell them I was an idiot.
Said details are just too humiliating to go into in much depth.
Though in my defence, I would not have been in a panic, had not four of them shown up all in one day. [Evidently there must have been a computer glitch and they all showed up at once instead of every day as they usually do.]
I am just not cut out for this modern banking stuff. If I couldn't go online every FREAKING day and look at my accounts, the issue would have resolved itself without me being thrown into a temporary, and as it turns out totally unnecessary tizzy.
I should be kept in the garden. Like a pet. There I am supremely competent. I can clean up weeds like nobody's business. I can take wonderful care of any number of plant varieties. I'm a veritable gardening genius.
But throw me into the deep end of the high finance pool, and I sink like a lead weight to the bottom and sit there with bubbles oozing out of my ears. A useless lump of insecurities.
Yep I just need to putter in the kitchen, grow vegetables, knit and write stories. Everything else seems scary to me today....
(We just can't take her anywhere. It's just awful.)