Just one of those days

debodun

debodun

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When I woke up this morning, something just seemed to be off somehow. I had trouble waking up and kept dozing off until around 9 am - probably exhaustion from packing up my tag sale. I decided to go to the post office since I hadn't been in almost a week and I was expecting my pension check. At least it had arrived, so I took it to the bank to deposit it and when I walked in, I realized I had forgotten the account number (it's a new account). I had to drive home and look it up. Then I had to do grocery shopping. Almost everything on my list the store was out. Clerks filled the aisles restocking, but I didn't want to wait to see if they put out what I wanted. Then I get to the self-serve checkout. I put my money in and it kept saying I still owed the total. I called the attendant over and she had to go and get a supervisor. Apparently there was some malfunction in the innards of the machine, so I had to pay the balance to the attendant. It was around 60 F degrees (15 C) out and I was sweating like a marathon runner. I was very happy to get home and relax.
 

debodun said:
When I woke up this morning, something just seemed to be off somehow. I had trouble waking up and kept dozing off until around 9 am - probably exhaustion from packing up my tag sale. I decided to go to the post office since I hadn't been in almost a week and I was expecting my pension check. At least it had arrived, so I took it to the bank to deposit it and when I walked in, I realized I had forgotten the account number (it's a new account). I had to drive home and look it up. Then I had to do grocery shopping. Almost everything on my list the store was out. Clerks filled the aisles restocking, but I didn't want to wait to see if they put out what I wanted. Then I get to the self-serve checkout. I put my money in and it kept saying I still owed the total. I called the attendant over and she had to go and get a supervisor. Apparently there was some malfunction in the innards of the machine, so I had to pay the balance to the attendant. It was around 60 F degrees (15 C) out and I was sweating like a marathon runner. I was very happy to get home and relax.
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Couldn't the bank put your account number on your deposit? With proper ID that shouldn't have been a problem. Also, if I go to the store and my product isn't there because they are out of it and I see the guys or gals filling the shelves, I ask them if they have any in the back. I have no idea what "in the back" means, but they seem to. They go somewhere and look. Sometimes they do and sometimes they don't have what I want.
 
911 said:
Couldn't the bank put your account number on your deposit? With proper ID that shouldn't have been a problem.
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I told a teller and she didn't offer to do anything but smile sweetly. However, I did write it down and put it in the glove box; just the number, no other info, so anyone that looked at it wouldn't know what it was. I only live a half mile from the bank, so no great hardship.
 

One of those days when nothing goes right. Reminded me of this one:

There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making biker dude steps up next to me, grabs my drink and gulps it down in one swig.
"Well, whatcha' gonna do about it?" he says, menacingly, as I burst into tears.
"Come on, man," the biker says, "I didn't think you'd CRY. I can't stand to see a man crying."
"This is the worst day of my life," I say.
"I'm a complete failure. I was late to a meeting and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen and I don't have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took home. I found my wife in bed with another man.....and then my dog bit me. So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all. I buy a drink, I drop a cyanide capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve, then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!
But, hell, enough about me.....how are you feeling?"
 
Mrs.L's pension day today, and just like mine, it's paid straight into a bank account. Come to think about it, I've never had a pay cheque or pension cheque - always paid straight into my bank. Pensioners used to be issued with a pension book (of cheques) and every week they would go to the post office to deposit or cash one. I think stopped in 2005.

We only get a 'pay slip' if the pension has changed for any reason, otherwise it just happens.
 
Aunt Bea said:
Deb,

Sign up for direct deposit, my tiny little pension was deposited and available on 8/30. The bank sends me an email confirmation of the deposit.
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The problem with me and DD is that maybe sometimes I like to deposit in one account, sometimes in another. If I get the paper check mailed, I can choose where to deposit it. I am forced with the SS check to have it DD, but I still have a choice with the pension.
 
You sound like you have to hitch up the ol' buckboard, and mosey into town. Yup, Direct Deposit. I'm surprised you hoof it to the Post Office and then to a bank. I haven't done that in decades. In fact, I don't even use cash. It's all on the card. BTW, why do you have to pick up your mail?
 
win231 said:
One of those days when nothing goes right. Reminded me of this one:

There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making biker dude steps up next to me, grabs my drink and gulps it down in one swig.
"Well, whatcha' gonna do about it?" he says, menacingly, as I burst into tears.
"Come on, man," the biker says, "I didn't think you'd CRY. I can't stand to see a man crying."
"This is the worst day of my life," I say.
"I'm a complete failure. I was late to a meeting and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen and I don't have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took home. I found my wife in bed with another man.....and then my dog bit me. So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all. I buy a drink, I drop a cyanide capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve, then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!
But, hell, enough about me.....how are you feeling?"
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I haven’t seen a paycheck or a pension check in 30 years. After my pension check is received, I get an e-mail and a text letting me know that a check has been deposited. Then, I go online and divide the money into various accounts.

Any other check that I receive, I just take a picture of it and send it to the bank and it’s deposited.
 

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