Karma? No, life sucks.

For those of you who didn't get my Twitter announcement, or didn't get a panicked voicemail, the drama screaming phone call, or ranting email here's what happened to me today. I go online to check my bank account, which I never do, and notice 3 pending transactions in Georgia for $53, then $109, and then $110. Son of a mo fo bee-yotch. I got taken. Turns out the sketchy gas station I stopped at last week, where I used the ATM? Yeah, bad idea- my numbers got ripped and sent to someone with a death wish. I was ready to drive down there and beat the cashier who didn't check the ID on that transaction. Spent the better part of the day at the bank. For the record, the bank tellers get a little uneasy when you tell them you want justice and want to castrate the ass who compromised your account.

I worked the dinner shift and was ultimately frazzled- however, my regulars felt my pain and kicked in a couple extra dollars. Granted, the bank will take care of everything but it's the emotional pain and suffering that gets the love.

Whatever.