No, I Will Not Roll With the Punches.

I am tried of getting crapped all over. I am tired of getting jerked around. I am tired of all of this. When do I get to breathe easy?

Why can't the bank actually put the name of the auto pay and not just the day and the amount? Why do I need to take in a statement and show them the payment cleared my bank? Why did it not apply correctly? Better yet, why was I not notified that it was a problem? Any other time, they know if I fart in their general direction. So now I need to wait for the billing department to track down where the issue occurred. Until then, I am cut off from the world.

I made a scene in the payment center that I am not proud of and worst yet, it felt so flippin' great to just let someone have it. I need to go back and apologize to the poor CSR girl. She was on the receiving end of the back breaking on the camel.

On top of all that, I am spotting and I know AF is coming and I mad. I know right now is not a good time. We are getting hit by a tidal wave and trying not to sink but I can't help but think at some point I will get a light at the end of this nasty long tunnel. I really either need to get pregnant or lose the desire to have children. I am great at adding to the canine side of our family just not so great at the human adding area. Crap.