Monday, Monday.

Note to self-- go to the bank after you've gotten coffee. Because you know what happens on a Monday morning when I make a withdrawal before I've had my coffee?

I leave the card in the machine.

In the approximately 45 seconds before I realize what I've done and walk back to get the card, the machine had swallowed it up, and no, they couldn't retrieve it. I now have a temporary card for two weeks, and they'll mail me a new one.

Gah.

In other news, I think I will take next Monday off for the express purpose of job hunting. This "the bills are all in the computer, but they're not in the bill pay drawer" nonsense happens at least twice a week, and the only people who have reason to be anywhere near the bill pay drawer are me and the boss. If I enter a bill, it goes in the drawer. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. The only reason for it not to be in the drawer is if he comes in behind me and pulls things, forgetting to put them back and adding them to the huge pile on his desk before forgetting about them. As was the case twice last week. I'm tired of taking the blame for it and getting his snippy memos.