I haven't been angry for a while. Or more accurately, I hadn't been angry for a while, until tonight.
I lost my debit card a few weeks ago, but I took it all in stride and ordered a new one. The card finally came today, so I activated it, (or thought i did) and went to make a much needed trip to the store.
Before proceeding, it is important to note when I ordered the new debit card the associate told me my pin number would be the same. However, this turned out to not infact be true, as I found out the hard way- at the checkout in Wal-Mart, my groceries already bagged.
Frustrated, I returned to my beyond messy dorm room (which infinately added to my stress), where I searched through all of my crap trying to find the information that came with my card.
No pin number, anywhere. Not on one piece of paper.
As one more last ditch effort, I called customer service. After five minutes of touch-pad menus, I was informed that I would not be able to do anything until business hours tomorrow, which at this point simply wasn't good enough.
I slammed the phone down which a very loud cry of exasperation, right as my roommate walked in.
It's funny how ridiculous being angry feels in front of a bystander.
Isaac was kind enough to loan me his cellphone, since I was out of phonecards, and I called my Mom. It turns out, my account information had been mailed to the house, complete with new pin number. And like that everything was solved.
*sigh*... Patience isn't one of my strong points.