Gah. This whole last week has just sucked. Even when something good would happen, it sucked.

Friday: Sup. You no longer have any money whatsoever besides the ten dollars in your wallet. And there ain't nothing you can do about it until the bank opens.

Pi: ;_;

Once the bank did open, I went right down there. For the millionth time I must insist on just how much I love my bank. They had already suspected it was a fradulent charge (hence why they'd tried to call me), so all they'd needed to confirm it was me coming in looking like I was about ready to have a nervous breakdown.

They had me fill out a dispute form and explained everything that would happen. The dispute form would go to the higher up people who would look into the matter. While doing so, my money is temporarily creditted back into my account until they can officially solve the matter. I was told it shouldn't take much longer than one business day or two.

They're also not sure yet if this is actually identity theft or not. I have been warned though to be aware of the possibility.

After handing over my debit card, I went home to sleep. I think I got a half an hour before work.

Upon arriving at work, I was greeted with a tiny one thousand piece truck. Truly a rare thing, you see. We had six people, and for some odd reason, got two other people to help out.

Paul: I get a feeling of impending doom.
Pi: I concur.
Patrick: Wow, you guys are really gloomy. I think this is going to be a great day!
Pi and Paul: We laugh at your optimism.

Halfway through unloading, a grocery truck arrived. Lots of water bottles. Usually when we get water bottles, they come in packages of 12-24 bottles and are wrapped. On top of that, the pallets are wrapped (water pallets can be unstable). These ones came in packs of six, with flimsy trays and no wrapping. One pallet wasn't even shrink wrapped, and on top of that, a heavy pallet of food had been stacked on top.

Paul pulled this pallet off of the truck. As he went over the ramp, the entire thing came down. Paul just barely got out of the way and had I been two feet closer, I would've been smashed by the top pallet. Water went everywhere and despite getting out of the way, Paul still managed to get hurt (we've been told he sprained a tendon or something) and had to go home. He hasn't been back to work since.

Saturday: Yo. Today ain't gonna be much better kid. Turns out there's a lot of disputes going through the system. Your bank alone has two other similar cases. So I'm afraid it's going to be another day without money.

Pi: >.<

There was, thankfully, no truck that day. And Billy bought me M&M's for break and the lady at Subway practically gave me a free meal (I promised to pay up when I had money again, but technically until that point it really was free).

And it still managed to suck. We were given a million things to do and seeing as how there were just five of us (and with Patrick kinda being useless and Donald new, only really three people used to these tasks), it was a long day.

Since Paul was gone, Billy was in charge. He thankfully gave me my favorite of the three tasks (stocking pop and water), but that took me about four hours because that aisle was such a damn mess.

On top of that, the night shift managers didn't give us much respect. They don't like Billy much, so it was a bit of a fight the whole time. I was very happy to go home.

Also- learned that Patrick's roommate (who is very nice) lost about six hundred dollars from his bank account to weight loss drugs that he never paid for. Different banks.

Sunday: Guess what? I don't really count as a business day, so you're still broke. Also? Truck today is 2400 pieces, and you lost all of your hardworking people either to days off, cut hours, or injury. Enjoy.

Pi: T_T

...As said. Only people working that day were Jen, Patrick, Kathy (GRR), Donald, and me. The truck did not get done for a long time. Towards the end, Kathy would go inside the truck to help Patrick throw without permission and without telling anyone, leaving lots of the items she was supposed to take care of filling the line before anyone noticed.

We were all quite tired that night. I used my last two dollars buying myself ramen noodles and goldfish crackers for lunch. But Donald bought me Mike's Hard Lemonade when we got off work, so it was slightly better.

Speaking of Donald? Three hundred dollars vanished from his bank account. He goes to a different bank than me.

Monday: By some stroke of luck, money has been creditted to your account. Jen said last night that there isn't supposed to be a truck tonight either, but don't worry- we'll make sure the shit hits the fan.

Pi: O_o;

Billy gave me a ride to work. He'd just gone to his bank and found a thousand dollars missing.

As you might have guessed, we were beginning to find this very odd. So far all of the people I'm hearing these stories from work at Wal*Mart (Patrick's roommate is a cart pusher). We tried to think of something that had changed recently and thought of something interesting.

You might recall the incident in which Billy could not clock in without his badge because management can't seem to do that anymore. Recently, we all had to make new badges for some reason or another. We're not even allowed to make duplicates if we lose one (and getting them to help make another is a pain in the ass).

Here's the thing about our badges. They each have their own little barcode used for when we swipe in that tells the system that we are (insert name) and that we're reporting for duty at (insert department). One of the other little pieces of information these badges have and which the bar codes directly reflect are our social security numbers.

I... am sensing a connection. But I really hope I'm wrong.

Anyways. We get to work. Billy's new schedule of only working three days a week takes effect now and thus he is sent home. No Paul. And Jen had to take her husband to the doctor.

Just as the four ICS crew members that remain are about to start some little tasks, we discover that tomorrow's truck showed up a day early. And management thought it'd be just dandy if we did it a day ahead of time.

Management: Yes yes- 1800 pieces? Four people? Why, that shouldn't be a problem.
Pi: ...You just sent Billy home. Besides being the strong guy, he's also the only other back-up lead we have.
Management: Really? Well, let's see who's left. My, it seems that by this group, you're next in line as far as hierarchy goes!
Pi: ...I am?
Management: Yup. Here's a walkie. You're in charge.
Pi: O_O;

Yeah. It didn't get done on time either. But really, it shouldn't have been expected. My team consisted of a very slow and often confused Patrick, a very hard to work with and equally slow Kathy, and a super fast but still kinda new Donald. And me. At best I am mediocre, so when I'm the most able person on the crew, you know you have problems.

We did manage to get out of there before nine though, so I take comfort in that.

Kathy made my night a living hell though. She refuses to accept the fact that anyone other than Paul or Jen be placed in charge over her, so she naturally did the exact opposite of everything I asked. And if we were in agreement over her doing something, she took every opportunity to let me know she would've done it even if I had told her not to.

When it came time to do picks, I told her I'd do crafts once I got a cart. Came back with one and was informed that she was going to do them.

By this point, I was fairly pissed off and nearly bit her head off when I told her to do another department. She in turn acted like a petulant child and told me I wasn't the boss.

Pi: Woman, for tonight you are to treat me as if I am.
Kathy: Ha. You aren't a bright one.
Pi: Know what? Go ahead. But if you do crafts, you're doing stationery too.
Kathy: I will no-
Pi: (gets on walkie) Assistant Manager? I got my team on picks now. Donald's doing chemicals, Kathy has stationery and crafts, and I'm doing hardware.
Kathy: ...that's not fair.
Pi: Suck it.

I was pretty damn proud to have gotten the upper hand in that one. That woman is over fifty and makes me feel like I'm dealing with a five-year-old. In all honesty, I was about ready to physically strike her. I have a very short temper, and when people I respect aren't around to stabilize my personality, I have an even shorter fuse. That there was my last ditch effort.

Heheh... I also didn't tell her when we were leaving. Oh well. I know she got the message.

...I have a vivid imaginiation and inclinations towards violent thought. Pumpkin time needs to come sooner on nights like that.

And that was the sucky week. It was accompanied by a fairly bland weekend, in which the icing was put on the suckitude cake when my paid account expired. Gah. I was hoping to have my new debit card in time to buy another year. You get so used to a paid account, you know? The ads are back and everything now. ;_;

Ugh. Some new (and cheap!) Deadpool comics have showed up. I have bills due. And I can't freaking do anything until I get my new debit card to pay for them all. >.<

I don't wanna go to work in the morning... ;_;

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Big huge truck of hell today. Took us quite a while to unload, and halfway through it started pouring down harder than yesterday. Thankfully I was indoors this time, huh? Anyways, it was coming down on the roof so hard we had to shout just to hear one another. At it's worst, when you looked at the monitor that shows what's going on outside (so we can see if someone's out there with a truck, etc.), you'd see a whole stream of water just gushing down. I do not kid- it looked like a freaking waterfall.

The trucks park in a bay on the side of the building which slopes down. At it's steepest point, I'd say it's about eight feet. There's a big old drain in a corner for rain like this. Well, I'm doing break packs and I just so happen to look outside, right? And what do you know- there's a lake! The rain was coming down so fast that it couldn't even drain properly! I actually took pictures of this with my cell phone, and as soon as I figure out how to get them up on here I'll show you guys. Was pretty wicked.

So in the midst of the rain returns our good buddy hail . But a party ain't a party with two so good ol' thunder and lightning join us too! Yeah, we pretty much gave up on communication with one another by that point. The whole time people we're worrying the power was going to go out, etc. I'm actually surprised it didn't, though I hear the other side of to

Finishing the truck about an hour late, I'm kinda fretting as we head off to lunch seeing as I'd left my laptop on to finish torrenting my Deadpool comics. So after I ate, I called my grandma to see if she could give me a quick ride home so I could turn it off. She sends my uncle instead, which was nice as he's visiting and I probably wouldn't have been able to see him otherwise.

Get inside, run in the bedroom and shut off the laptop. Then I turn to go back out the door, but Shen's meowing made me take another look.

Water. Soaking a good quarter of my living room and parts of my couch. Further investigations reveal my kitchen (which is about as big as my living room), has gained about a solid inch of water to match. >.<

I had to call back in to work to tell them I wouldn't be coming back, then spent the next three hours cleaning it all up. The kitchen is... mostly dry. I don't know what to do about my living room, though. Right now I have towels and a blanket down on the ground to soak it all up. Turned the heater on to in hopes of it helping- the area is right in front of it, after all, so I figure it's worth a shot.

Ugh. I don't even know if I'm going to go to work tomorrow. I need to call my landlord, and this still needs major fixing. 'Bout ready to murder, I swear.

Anybody dealt with this problem before? Because I figure there's probably something else I need to do for the carpet, but Internet search answers can only get me so far.

Today... er... Monday/Tuesday? Whatever. Either way, it was totally awful.

I got home from work somewhat tired, but not too sore. Was all right. Came home, stayed up a bit, tried to unwind.

Around the time I was getting ready to go to bed, I got an email from a site I'd ordered some toys from saying that my debit card hadn't worked. Confused, I went to check on my account.

Last I'd checked, I'd had a little over three hundred dollars there. As I viewed it then, it said I was nearly four hundred in the hole.

This prompted a severe freak out from me. I was tired, had developed a headache, and it looked as if maybe a month of rent I'd saved as well as one I hadn't were gone.

I bugged two separate people about it, all the while crying yet again like a non-adult over something that had gone wrong. When the bank finally opened, and I was calm enough, I went down there to see what had happened.

It turned out to be just an error on the computer's fault, and the people at the bank were very sorry and sweet about the whole thing. I love my bank- the tellers knew who I was just after me coming in twice and have always been very helpful. When I came in, they already knew the problem and had even fixed it just minutes before I arrived.

Someone had come in earlier and withdrew $700 from their account. However, the account numbers got messed up on the receipt- telling the system that  it was my account that the withdrawal was coming from. But they'd already fixed the error and now everything is okay. Thank God.

By the time I got home, I'd been up for twenty-two hours. My headache wasn't gone when I woke up either, which is odd. I've never had that happen before. But yeah.

I have earned myself some relaxation now. I'm going to enjoy every moment of it.

I had totally planned to rant about my awful day at work yesterday, and how it brought on a whole bunch of stress and stuff (to which I more than likely paniced to >.>), but now I have a new subject to write about.

Holy crap. Two hours ago, I was chatting with ivy_chan and disxox when suddenly everything went black. And seriously- I mean black. As I live in the basement, I really only get light from outside for twelve hours, starting at nine in the morning.

The only source of light I had was that of my cell phone. I don't have a flashlight and while I had planned to buy some candles on Thursday when I get paid, I obviously didn't have any on me when the power of the entire freaking town decided to go out.

Since it wasn't too late, I decided to call my grandma to see if the power was out there. I live in the middle of town, and she lives on the far end. It was out there too, unfortunately- only the bigger places like the schools and the library and stores have back-up generators and stuff. Anyways, she decided to bring me a flashlight and some candles. Since it was a full moon out, and thus lighter outside than in my apartment, I decided to wait outside for her. Wasn't too cold tonight, so it wasn't too much of a problem.

About ten minutes after I'd been out there, I noticed lights suddenly appear on the building next to me. I ignored them for a moment, until I saw they were flashing ones. Out of curiosity, I moved to take a look and saw a police car coming. It was followed by two more, and then another car with yellow lights. I kinda backed towards my apartment when one police car came to block off that part of the street, but now I'm getting the idea that maybe something happened down there to cause the power outage. It couldn't be weather- nice clear night.

Maybe I'll find out soon. :/

Anyways, working on putting my house together some more. Setting up the TMNT stuff now. :3 Maybe next week I'll finally be done. XD