It's been one shit of a morning

There are days that are simply POS motherfuckers you want to cleanse from your memory and soul. And these have nothing to do with the sacred writing. But how can you write when you want to absolutely show your unhinged side?

I'm having one of those days.

Let me complain for a bit.

Toddled to the Sanctuary after a bit of toast. Look at me adulting. Sit down. Boot up. I'm not quite ready to work on "Ace", as I need to do a tiny bit more research on one aspect. Wiki me this. That was great. Cool. Awesome.

Then I decide, on a fucking whim, to pop over to QueryTracker and look up some possible agents for this series.

alright

I want to save a search, but it will not allow me until I subscribe to Premium. FINE

I've wanted premium for a bit now. Only $25 a year. Bells and whistles. Yee haw. I go forth and fill in my info. Then the site asks for payment info.

NOW

I have a business account. Then we have the general fund. Fine and dandy. I look over to the list on the right as it brings the ones I use all down. I expect my business account card to look like that in the list. 

No.

I accidentally use the Honey's general fund card. And didn't realize THAT until I went to renew my LLC, and it auto filled her name. WHAT? So I grab my card, from the kitchen, and pop back to my desk. 

sigh

I then pay for the LLC out of my account since my card is right in front of me. THEN...I go online to transfer $25 from my account to the general fund. Except...let me call and give you an access code.

You. Mother. Fuckers.

I have my phone on Do Not Disturb for so many reasons. If you're related, you'll ring through. The rest of the world? Big NO. I take my phone OFF DND and wait for the call. I receive the call, jot down the got damn number, and enter it into the site.

I'm in. Transfer the money from my business account to general funds. Put back DND.

Email the Honey explaining I'm about to lose my shit and why.

Check to see if I have QueryTracker Premium now.

I do not.

FOR THE LOVE OF THE LORDT

Run a payment using my business account.

Goes through.

Honey comes to the Sanctuary.

Explains I used an old general funds card.

Because of course I fucking did.

Fine. Great. 

Said I'd simply transfer the money back to business account.

NEEDED ANOTHER GODFORSAKEN FUCKING SET OF NUMBERS

Said fuck this. Lots of times.

Decided to get into my Sonic app and order some caffeine. 

Um.

App was having issues.

*needs a moment of silence*

Finally opened, and I placed my order. Drinks--which are half price through the app. EXCEPT...it wasn't showing that as an option.

And my short ass is NOT paying full price for a drink. 

nah, homie

Turned off my phone.

Turned it back on.

Opened up the POS app again. Looks to be in order.

Put in my info.

And during all this, my poor Mr. Murphster throws up in here and a tiny bit in the hallway. I've changed his dry food, and we're working on making sure he only eats things that are good for his sensitive stomach. And heavens, does he have one.

And that, my friends, is when I did the shutdown.

The shutdown includes completely being still and silent whilst also wanting to take everything in my sight and destroy it. Doors off hinges. Glass at walls. 

Temper tantrum with the premium edition of that.

I, however, did not give into the temptation because what purpose does it serve? Then I'd only have to clean up more shit.

meh

Finally calmed down.

It was quite a long finally.

Grabbed Sonic drinks.

Completely burned out by eleven.

Damn it, Pepe!

And that's where I'm at right now. Three hours into my workday and not in a good way. 

I would say the rest of the day could blow me, but I've my weekly appt tomorrow which consumes the entire day, and I can't afford to lose one.

I hope to hell your day is better.