chanter1944 | Jan. 27th, 2009

I wouldn't mind having another go at these past three days or so; you're not alone

ceitfianna. Saturday wasn't so bad, but I could've done without Sunday and yesterday. Making a right idiot out of myself with someone I'd really like to make a decent impression on was a large part of it. Long story short, I wasn't entirely certain I was needed at the station sunday as it was the monthly call-in program that's usually only staffed by three or so people. I spent all morning alternately thinking 'no, dummy, you don't need to go in, you weren't on the schedule,' and 'but what if they did need you and you didn't turn up? You'd be in trouble then, and maybe they wouldn't want you around.' Paranoia warred with common sense all morning, paranoia won out a little late, and a couple phone calls later I had my answer. No, I hadn't needed to be in for that show, so no harm done, but why didn't I call in before the show went on? Of course, if it hadn't been a call-in day I'd have rung *far* earlier than I did, and I said as much, but... ugh. Did I really need to wave a flag proclaiming myself as green and clueless (and admittedly a bit thoughtless) again? Do-over, please. Preferably without the falling on my metaphorical ass.

As if that weren't enough, later that afternoon I had a call from my father. the first words he said were 'This isn't a big deal, but...' Of course, my first thought was 'Oh, shit. what did I do now?' My second concerned my sisters and if they were okay; I'm not entirely selfish/paranoid, I swear. A minute's conversation later and I found out just what the 'no big deal, but...' was. Apparently one of the middle man companies that deals with debit cards in my area had a breach of security; someone hacked into their software from what I understand. Of course, it was the company that both my card and my sister's were issued through. They'd canceled all their cards just as a precaution, which I'd much rather have had them do than, say, leave them all activated and the door open for identity theft. All the same, mild pain in the butt - not the lack of a debit card so much, just the memorizing of another great long string of numbers once they reissue the thing. At least I have an answer as to why trying to pay for something at the weekend kept turning up an odd message. At least that worked out in the end, and wasn't nearly the hastle that Allie had; an ATM machine *kept* her card before she'd found out about the cancelation. I can imagine her reaction before she rang the bank, and it isn't pretty. Ugh. Do-over, please, preferably without the security breach.

Feeling like utter rubbish for all of yesterday didn't help matters any. Blurgh. At least things are looking marginally better, thanks to recharging and feeling relatively human again, work getting done and e-mails getting sent. Hopefully the trend continues. At least I've got my favorite Educating Archie episode to listen to, as well as some Dead Ringers somewhere. That's always good for a laugh, which helps.

Oh, and while I'm at it...