After two years, my phone’s on the fritz. After my trip to the US, I am trashing the phone and buying a new one.
I love my bank, but they drive me insane. When one has over 50,000 yen in their account, all bills are deducted, there should be no reason why I should receive an error message indicating that I need to speak to a teller about my account. The banks here close at 3PM– while 95% of the working world is still mid-shift. How is that convenient? I had 3,000 yen (about $30 US), a weekend, my period, and I needed to buy maxi pads, gasoline, and food for the goddamned weekend. How is it that I can get my cash from the goddamned convenient store or the supermarker cash machines but I can’t from my own f’n bank?
Assholes.
I also missed the Germany vs. Argentina game. I had plans to head out and actually go to a bar and watch the kick off at midnight, but my f’n alarm clock didn’t go off, so I missed it. 1-1 in OT with a Penalty Kick off– I missed it but all my friends saw it. ;.; Damnit. I better not f’n miss England and Portugal or Brazil vs. France tonight or I am going to break shit.
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