Gonna go cashez le cheque today.
This will require an entirely solo trip out into the Big Bad World, and that is always something special for me. Normally I only ever leave with Joe or Felicity in thjeir nice comfy cars where I don’t have to be socially exposed to others until we get to the restaurant or whatever.
Doing stuff All By Myself…
… is an entirely different teapot of tadpoles. And while it is more of a challenge to get my ass out that door, it also tends to be quite rewarding.
It usually results in my feeling much better because I no longer feel so trapped in this little life of mine and I have gotten some fresh air into my lunch instead of the stale gross air I breathe in this filthy room of mine, and in general I have escaped my cell and gotten to roam free for a while.
And I always end up thinking,”you know, I should do that more often!” After all, if it has such solid benefits, why not do it all the time?
Because depression. That’s why.
I am only going to be able to do it today because I have no choice. If I don’t cash my cheque today, things will get rather fimamcially dicey for me real soon. I only have $25 and change to my name right now and that will not cover my expenses for the weekend. Not by a long shot.
So I have no choice. And even then, this is not exactly going to be a big trek into the great outdoors. It’s going to be a taxi ride to and from my credit union, which is around five blocks away.
It’s a lot like getting a ride there, but with less guilt and more money.
Originally, I was going to do what I usually do in this situation, which is to take the bus to the bank, cash the cheque, have lunch at White Spot, do a little shopping at Price Mart, then take a cab home with my groceries.
But three variables modify that scenario :
- It’s winter and therefore cold out
- My chest cold has gotten worse
- I am also somewhat depressed
Taken together, this indicate the use of a method that requires the least exposure to the outside air and the least amount of effort.
Ergo hello mister taxicab.
Later on, at suppertime, I will reward myself for getting off my tremendous tuckus and Getting Something Done by ordering in.
I feel like there is an order of my beloved Lamb Rogan Josh in my near future, plus some veggie samosas and garlic naan.
I honeslty thing spicy plus creamy could be the next spicy plus sweet. It’s a great combination because the creaminess takes the rough edges off the spicy heat and makes the whole thing more harmonious.
That’s the same thing adding sweet to the ,mix does, but creaminess does it better.
Everything’s better if it’s creamy, am I right?
Back with Part II later.
Well this day just keeps getting better and better.
The good news is that Mission Cashez le Cheque was a success. Yay! I have the cash, I will give Joe the rent later, all is well and good on that front.
But the cabbie refused to wait for me while I cashed my cheque. Which was rude of him. I had no idea they could do that, just say no like that.
I only asked because the last time I had to take a cab there and back to cash my cheque, the cabbie offered to wait for me. And I thought that was very nice of him, but I declined because I was going to do the White Spot then Price Mart thing, and he would have been waiting for hours.
Not. Gonna. Happen.
Guess I should have gotten a rain check on it though, because when I asked the cabbie to wait for me today, he heaved a big sigh and said “Okay. How long will you be?”
I said “ten minutes, tops. ”
He said “Ten minutes is too long. I will not wait. ”
So I paid him and he left. But the fare was $6.15 and I gace him $6.25, meaning his tip was one thin dime.
So I got the moral victory on that one, I think.
So then I do my banking and then realize that I have no means of calling another cab. There’s no such thing as a public phone any more and there was nobody manning the customer service center at my bank, which is where I would normally ask to use a phone in such an emergency.
And I was not about to ask one of the tellers. That would be weird.
So I wandered out of the bank, no idea what to do, and just kept on wandering till I had wandered all the way home.
This was not the smart thing to do. I have a cold and should not have been outside in the cold at all, let alone walking home in it.
The rational think to do would have been to either find a business where I could borrow a phone and wait for a cab or, at the very least, waited for the bus.
But I was feeling restless and perturbed and the last thing I wanted to do was sit still and wait for a bus that might be a long time coming and that would be super crowded anyhow because it was rush hour.
So I wandered on home and here I am. I hope I don’t end up with pneumonia again because of it.
And now my irritable bowel syndrom is acting up and killing my appetite and making me feel like things are not exactly secure down below, ,and that’s ever so fun.
I was hoping to at least be able to go do Subway with La Gang tonight, but now that is looking iffy. And if I end up not going , that means I will have to prevail upon Joe to get me some stuff from 7-11 because my supplies, like their owner, are exhausted.
So all in all, a bad day.
Thank god there’s going to be a new one tomorrow.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.
Oh, P. S. : I know what is annoying my IBS. Hawkins Cheesies. Guess they are on the list of things I can no longer eat now. Dammit.