Need to vent..
2 months ago I had 3100 bucks saved up, living by myself, driving a cheap but reliable motorcycle everywhere. Nobody helps me with money, etc. I'm on my own here. I work but it's not bad. I was grateful to have a home, transportation, and a job. All good.
Move to a month ago. I sold the old bike to help pay for a bigger, better, and more reliable bike. Cost me about 1100 bucks to do all of this. Then, I bought a cheap car from a very good friend of mine, who is a brilliant mechanic. Had 1800 bucks in the bike after all of that.
Move to now. I have a bike that can't be sold because nobody has the cash I would need for it (asking less than what I paid after investing over 300 into parts on it), the car started falling apart after 40 miles of driving it, and someone stole my wallet and has spent all of the money on my card, which I can't get back because Wood Forest is trying to say I tried to cancel the "temporary" card I got when I first signed up, not the active personalized card with the money on it. I got irritated when 3 weeks passed and the new card still hadn't arrived, so I called them and the situation came to light. They insist that I had them cancel the temp card, obviously so they don't have to pay me 1800 dollars, and they won't accept responsibility. I was floored. If the recording of my original convo with Customer Service is still around, you'd here that I was exceptionally pushy about making sure I was secure. But no, this is what happens when your employees don't speak english and don't give a shit. HOW THE HELL DO YOU CANCEL AN INACTIVE TEMPORARY CARD INSTEAD OF THE ACTIVE PERSONALIZED CARD THAT HAS VALUE? WTF.
So now, I've a fucked up car, an unsellable bike, and no money. Stack that with my fucked up attitude at work and recent series of write-ups, complete apathy because everything is falling apart because my best friend and my bank decided to fuck me out of money, and that I can't go to anyone for help, I'm feeling pretty fucked up right now. There's no real point to this but I can't bitch about it openly because I'm not that kinda dude. Right about now I just want to break my own neck.
If you can relate to this I'd like to read about it, though. Thanks.
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