Random Annoyances

Okay, so what good does a bank error in my favor do me when I don't trust it? Last month I deposited a personal check from someone into my account. My account was credited as usual. His account? Never debited. His bank has no record of the check ever having been written. After waiting for almost a half an hour to talk to an account manager, all my bank can say is "It's all good on our end." So now we are in limbo. In theory, we've got an extra $475 to play with. In practice, I predict 3 months from now someone is going to notice the error and deduct the money from somewhere without a word of notice.

The post office has this nifty new machine - you can buy stamps and send packages without waiting in line. Cool! Problem is, the postage sticker it prints out is about the size of a quarter sheet of paper, and I couldn't find anywhere on the front of the envelope where it would fit without obscuring a significant portion of the address. Eventually I got it to fit in the bottom left corner of the envelope. Hopefully the package will reach its destination.

Oh, and I got a blister walking all over creation to get these errands done. Ouch.
I guess it's what I get for being a fashion slave. But those boots are damn sexy.