Went to the bank today. Some girl who looked like she is not yet 21 waited on me. So after I leave, I notice on the receipt that part of my deposit was entered massively wrong. I go back in and am given a round of 'we're so sorrys' and 'please wait for a few minutes of the counter' and 'well, we have to recount the cash because we secretly think maybe you're lying'...yada yada yada. This isn't the first time I've had problems with this branch of the Fargo. They fixed that shit up, and rightly so, and I was on my way. But still, how annoying, right? I know you have to account for human error at times, and I've experienced my share of disgruntled and unhappy customers in the land of customer service, so I was nice. I know how it is to be on the other end. But please don't fuck it up next time, Fargo. As of late, I've been trying to save my money in the old savings account that has been collecting dust. It's been working out, so I'm hoping by this time next year I'll have a nice little cushion so that I can move away from the Bay Area. By Summer 2013, I will have been living here for 6 long, sometimes sad, sometimes boring, sometimes peaceful years. Maybe at that point, I will just want to stay and keep doing what I'm doing, but I really miss parts of the East. I think Philadelphia might be a good place to end up. I can take the train up to NYC anytime, maybe on a day off, or for a weekend, instead of a 5 hour plane ride. I could go visit my aunt for the holidays or for a day or two. I could see my other niece occasionally. We'll see. But I'm hoping that I can save at least 7-8 grand by July 2013. To some, that is pathetic and sad. To others, it is their reality. Is my reality. I posted this lovely photo op of a classic hoopty because I'm going to be needing to purchase one soon. Maybe not with the huge rims attached, but I'll need some kind of old car to drive to and from work in. My office is moving out of the city, and most people are kind of annoyed and inconvenienced. I still have yet to take a dress-rehearsal commute over to the new location. I'm hoping I can at least get there via the subway. Working these inhuman hours is a pain in the ass already, without the added grievance of uncertain public transit times. But of course, your employers never really care about any of that. So if I'm really productive I will haul the laundry hamper containing about 50 lbs of laundry down three flights of stairs to the laundromat across the street, then might be bothered by some scary looking dude or dudes, then back home. I'll just save it for tomorrow morning. Today is about relaxation. I did my food shopping and some cleaning yesterday. I'm just going to go home soon, eat lunch, and relax and don't it.