Wind and Fury
Nov. 18th, 2008 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meccahiToday is the first day in probably a month that I've felt.. relaxed. Almost at peace. I'm grateful for it no matter how temporary it may be. I'm grateful for alot of things right now.
To elucidate on my last post.
Last Friday was fraught with massive suckitude. It's a word. Promise.
It started off with me checking my deposit account and seeing that last weekend's batches STILL had not gone through. Called bank to find out why.
Bank of Evil:" Oh that account?" We canceled that account."
Me: "Exsqueeze me what??...You canceled my batch account? Por que why?"
BOE: "You owe us $32.95, It's over 90 days past due."
Me: " You've taken all my OTHER payments out automatically for the last 3 months, any reason why this one didn't come out of my account like it should have?"
BOE: "Don't ask us such nonsense questions! Call our collection company and give them money, then call us back you infidel!"
Me: "Balls"
I called the Collection Company.. and surprisingly spoke with a really sweet girl. Sadly,(but not surprisingly) she couldn't find my account. She transferred me over to her supervisor, also a sweet woman, who ALSO couldn't find my account. They tell me to call back BOE and see what the deelio is.
Call back BOE.
Another super sweet lady answers the phone. I explain the whole sitch to her.
NiceBOESlave: "what the hell are they doing with this account? It should never have been canceled.. hang on a second sweetie"
Me" Ooooooookay"
Nice lady comes back on to say that she showed my account to her supervisor and that they approved the request to re-activate it. But it takes 24-48 hours, and I have to contact ANOTHER department to notify them and etc, etc.
Meanwhile.. it's a Friday, and I've basically been told I have no credit card machine.
Enter extremely pissy Meccahi.
I am however, better than the sum of my parts, and outsmarted myself by storing transfer slips for manual credit card purchases. I don't remember storing them, but I apparently had them hidden away in my "business stuff" bin.
It was about 1 AM when I resigned myself to the fact that " yeah we can't use the fancy swipey machine, but hey, we can at least still take credit cards".
I was just settling down to do some late night work since I was too wound up to sleep.
Enter Wind Storm of DOOOOOOM.
Approximately 50 mile an hour winds came sweeping through. First thought in my head is " Huh, it's sounding kinda wild outside"
Next thought... " OH FUCK!".. as I watched the entire front of my 15 X 26 tent collapse. Apparently the ground in our area isn't as clay-like as our spot last year. And I knew that some of our stakes needed to be re-done after much kicking and tripping from 3 kid's days.
Next moment I'm clinging to a middle front pole and watching in terror as the center beam starts collapsing backwards. Trying to take the whole tent down. Watch as my earring table is knocked over. Watch as my headband table is blown over.. still clinging to the pole, and, heaven knows how.. keeping the center beam from bringing everything down.
Then it occurred to me that maybe I should call for help.
I scream out for Kristi to wake up and come help, and was thinking there was no way she would be able to hear me.
Next thing I know she's there, a friend named Weldon is there, and people from the archery booth are there, with mallets and hammers. And the wind still continues to gust. Any desire I may have had to para sail has gone completely out the window. Nooo thank you,Captain.
We managed to get the tent re-staked, and buried the stakes as deep as they could possibly go. Even then the wind was still strong enough that I had to redo a couple of stakes again.
Our neighbor also had a large wooden gate nailed to the side of his booth to act as a visual block for show days. That gate was ripped clean from the booth.
But the Universe in its infinite and terribly sneaky schemings, has ways of working things out.
The shop had its best weekend ever in the 3 years of being at this show. I've completely run out of headband rings, and of two types of pendants that I use commonly. Both have now been ordered, and I need to find out what our crystal supply is like. I know we're low on quite a few things. But I'm hoping and praying that the next 3 weekends are just as hectic, and go just as well ( without the universe deciding that something needs to either explode or collapse or whatnot).
Here's hoping!
I'm going to be terribly bad today and spend a few hours playing Wrath of the Lich King. I need a good WoW fix before going back to work.
To elucidate on my last post.
Last Friday was fraught with massive suckitude. It's a word. Promise.
It started off with me checking my deposit account and seeing that last weekend's batches STILL had not gone through. Called bank to find out why.
Bank of Evil:" Oh that account?" We canceled that account."
Me: "Exsqueeze me what??...You canceled my batch account? Por que why?"
BOE: "You owe us $32.95, It's over 90 days past due."
Me: " You've taken all my OTHER payments out automatically for the last 3 months, any reason why this one didn't come out of my account like it should have?"
BOE: "Don't ask us such nonsense questions! Call our collection company and give them money, then call us back you infidel!"
Me: "Balls"
I called the Collection Company.. and surprisingly spoke with a really sweet girl. Sadly,(but not surprisingly) she couldn't find my account. She transferred me over to her supervisor, also a sweet woman, who ALSO couldn't find my account. They tell me to call back BOE and see what the deelio is.
Call back BOE.
Another super sweet lady answers the phone. I explain the whole sitch to her.
NiceBOESlave: "what the hell are they doing with this account? It should never have been canceled.. hang on a second sweetie"
Me" Ooooooookay"
Nice lady comes back on to say that she showed my account to her supervisor and that they approved the request to re-activate it. But it takes 24-48 hours, and I have to contact ANOTHER department to notify them and etc, etc.
Meanwhile.. it's a Friday, and I've basically been told I have no credit card machine.
Enter extremely pissy Meccahi.
I am however, better than the sum of my parts, and outsmarted myself by storing transfer slips for manual credit card purchases. I don't remember storing them, but I apparently had them hidden away in my "business stuff" bin.
It was about 1 AM when I resigned myself to the fact that " yeah we can't use the fancy swipey machine, but hey, we can at least still take credit cards".
I was just settling down to do some late night work since I was too wound up to sleep.
Enter Wind Storm of DOOOOOOM.
Approximately 50 mile an hour winds came sweeping through. First thought in my head is " Huh, it's sounding kinda wild outside"
Next thought... " OH FUCK!".. as I watched the entire front of my 15 X 26 tent collapse. Apparently the ground in our area isn't as clay-like as our spot last year. And I knew that some of our stakes needed to be re-done after much kicking and tripping from 3 kid's days.
Next moment I'm clinging to a middle front pole and watching in terror as the center beam starts collapsing backwards. Trying to take the whole tent down. Watch as my earring table is knocked over. Watch as my headband table is blown over.. still clinging to the pole, and, heaven knows how.. keeping the center beam from bringing everything down.
Then it occurred to me that maybe I should call for help.
I scream out for Kristi to wake up and come help, and was thinking there was no way she would be able to hear me.
Next thing I know she's there, a friend named Weldon is there, and people from the archery booth are there, with mallets and hammers. And the wind still continues to gust. Any desire I may have had to para sail has gone completely out the window. Nooo thank you,Captain.
We managed to get the tent re-staked, and buried the stakes as deep as they could possibly go. Even then the wind was still strong enough that I had to redo a couple of stakes again.
Our neighbor also had a large wooden gate nailed to the side of his booth to act as a visual block for show days. That gate was ripped clean from the booth.
But the Universe in its infinite and terribly sneaky schemings, has ways of working things out.
The shop had its best weekend ever in the 3 years of being at this show. I've completely run out of headband rings, and of two types of pendants that I use commonly. Both have now been ordered, and I need to find out what our crystal supply is like. I know we're low on quite a few things. But I'm hoping and praying that the next 3 weekends are just as hectic, and go just as well ( without the universe deciding that something needs to either explode or collapse or whatnot).
Here's hoping!
I'm going to be terribly bad today and spend a few hours playing Wrath of the Lich King. I need a good WoW fix before going back to work.
