Direct deposit is supposed to make sure my check goes into my bank Monday night at midnight. It is Friday and I still have no money. I do have overdraft fees to comfort me, though. The accounting department assures me this is an oversight. I am also comforted by their assurance. They told me, “Your check will be processed on Monday.” I told them, “Monday is a holiday.” They didn’t know what to say about that.
There’s a con this weekend. I have no gas and no money. I cannot afford to drive there, let alone pay for parking. Books that were sent to me (to sell at the show) were sent on the 5th. They have not arrived. I have a tracking number, but the USPS can’t tell me where my books are. “So what good is a tracking number?” I ask. They assure me the books will arrive… they just don’t know when. I am comforted by their assurance.
I planned on leaving Los Angeles on Tuesday. My grand goodbye to LA, a final convention where I sell books, run games and see friends for the last time. Los Angeles is not content with running me out. Now, she won’t let me leave.
I am comforted by that.