$800?!

Holy crap.

My mother told me -- just today -- that I have $800 in savings bonds from my Sweet Sixteen. Keep in mind that the $400 we put into bonds was one-third of the money I got (yay for turning sixteen). That's awesome; I hope they've matured. If they're ten-year bonds, no big deal; I've only got another two and a half years to wait.

Ew, I'm 23 1/2. X_X

$538.

So I cashed my check against Dad's account today. Yay.

Holy crap, it's after ten, I need to get back to sleep! X_X

My MOF now has $120.25 (meaning I've netted a total of $481) and my CT06F has $39.21, after the $8.89 expense last week. Ick.

The bonds, unfortunately, turned out to be for thirty years, so they haven't matured yet. But what am I gonna do with $800 when I'm forty-six?! Eight hundred dollars isn't worth anything now; it surely won't be worth anything in 2028.

I mean, hell, I'm only halfway to forty-six as it is.

I'm not sure how it works, to be perfectly honest. The teller was all, "Yeah, they mature after thirty years, but if you wait thirty years, you get like $2000." I was all "What?" and then it was like talking to an NPC because she basically repeated herself. Listen, I let you play with my money. Gimme my damn heart piece. >_<#

She said if I cash them now, my $100, $200 and $500 bonds are worth $67, $134 and $337 (that doesn't make sense...), respectively. Figure that out: bonds start at half-value, so on my $100 bond, for the sake of smaller numbers, it started at fifty. It's earned seventeen dollars, which is about a third of its value, over about eight years. That comes to -- surprise -- face value in thirty years. Yes, I figured this out all in my head, so I was very confused when she was all "cash it in ten" or "you'll have two thousand dollars". Anyway, it's a total of $538. Not a very happy number.

WTF I just want my money. I want to get out of heeeeere.

My father is slowly becoming more senile. He's forgetting more and growing grumpier and less considerate by the second and it's annoying as SIN, so I need to go someplace where I'll be with a relatively sane person. ... And for those of you who've met Phill and claim him insane, let's hope he spends a lot of time on the ambulance. >.>;;

Also, from yesterday: I hate pregnant women that don't cover their bellies. WTF is that about? It's great you're pregnant and bringing another little brat into the world and all (okay, no, it's not. Birth control, people. It's a wonderful thing), but ew, cover up. Your bulging stomach is NOT pretty. And if you can spend time browsing in Sanrio, you can spend time browsing in the maternity store because I know we have one and I know you've got money in your pocket. You're in a mall; you have no excuse. Stop being gross.

I had an Al Bundy moment; I was a second away from calling a customer fat. This enormous woman came into the store pushing a stroller with her crying son inside (never mind that the kid was like, three, and didn't belong in a stroller to start). She said he wanted a balloon, but I couldn't give any to her. They were in the back, besides, and I couldn't leave the floor. So she actually said, "All he wants is a balloon. You've got one right there. You're actually gonna make a little kid cry?" and then she tried to cause a scene before leaving. I just ignored her.

Lady, your kid's got to learn that you don't always get what you want, and I think you need to learn that too, seeing as how you must have always gotten fucking pies when you asked for them. When you wear a size that doesn't start with X, maybe we'll talk. Thanks for playing!

Once again, the problem stems from brats. I'm serious, people, don't have children. They make the world a sad place. Yes, I'll make a little kid cry. I'd fucking steal his lollipop. I HATE kids (No e-speek-y Eengleesh? No me gusta los niños. Fuckers). ... Why am I working at Sanrio?

I shall focus on happier things through the day, like cake! Today is Hello Kitty's birthday party (hence all the balloons), and I've got a few more dollars to spend on food. Hurray!

Lynda and Olua: You will be reimbursed soon.
Everyone else: You will be graced with my presence soon. Hurray for hangin' out!

Okay, bedtime now. Z_Z

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All I ever needed to know.....

Kitty's birthday today. Evelise was rockin' the costume. Fernando continued to get on my nerves. I closed with Karen and we complained about the store being yucky because it WAS, ew, and about other workers who are lazy.

Another day, another fifty dollars.... ::whistle::