heretofore known as Fucking Evil Bank, FEB

I'm so sorry, Pix and ND. Over and above the financial bullshit that Wells Fargo has inflicted on us, the part I resent the most is the emotional damage. Banks have brought forth a degree of anger and rage that no person has ever been able to inspire. I treasure my peace and serenity and hate that they can make me feel this way. FEB indeed.

It is good to hear that things are better today, Strix.

Hugs all around.

Aw, Strix. Good for you! Kicking the dog through accountability is awesome.

Ruthlessly using? Heh. Reminds me of that Bob Seger line: I used her, she used me/ But neither one cared/ We were gettin' our share.

Pix and ND, I wish I had something useful to offer, besides deep sympathy and shared rage over the way banking has screwed this country up.

Redacted.

Problems solved. Thank you Hivemind!

Ugh, Pix, that is so frustrating and infuriating!

Well, today started out well, but around noon, I just lost any motivation. I seriously stared out a window for up to 3 hours. I think I might have to take my AD at night.

I made the bed, installed Word (3 installations per disc my ass! WOO!), went for a 15 minute walk (baby steps) and brushed the cat. Some jotting of plans, 2 loads of laundry. Now I all want to do is drink a beer -- I HATE beer, but this Three Blind Mice brown ale isn't bad -- finish my mani and probably go to sleep.

I may try to meditate and do a few yoga sleep postures.

This weekend will be good, though. My friend K is paying for me to go to a 5:30 yoga class with her, and Saturday is F's big 40th bday blast. I can't wait. I may tempt fate and dye my hair -- skunks laugh at my stripe of dull brown.

And to top that off, we found out this morning that our dear friend Becca (many of you met her at the Pasadena f2f) has a tumor in her neck. It is 80-90 percent likely benign, but we don't know for sure yet. Needle biopsy soon and then scary surgery either way.

Oh, and I spent half an hour sobbing in front of my two bosses today because I screwed something up and got called on it.

It's been a really bad week.

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. How utterly craptastic.

I wish all health-ma for Becca. And I hope this weekend is stress-free and blissful.

Oh, Pix, no wonder you melted down a bit. That's seriously a metric ton of crap you're dealing with. I wish you some boring, nothing out of the ordinary days in your very near future. (And then some epically awesome ones after that, but nothing too overwhelming at first...)

Much stuff-going-right-ma to you.

Please give Becca my best, I'll be sending prayers and good vibes her way.

I'm sorry, Pix. I hope everything works out for Becca, and that your banking stuff gets resolved in a useful manner.

Oh, Pix. This has been an awful week for you. I'm very sorry.