Blue Text, Green Text, Read Text, No Text

I done goofed, friends.

And so we begin with your favorite start to a story,

So there’s this guy…

I went to a party the other night with some friends. 

This party, if you must know. Had an absolute blast. Anything with DJ Na$h’s name on it I highly recommend attending. I digress, though.

At the party. Saw this guy, liked his face. Saw him again later. Liked his face again. Wanted to do something about that…but nahhhhh, couldn’t be me.

I don’t talk to people, okay? If you think I do, realize I’m probably getting paid to make you think so. I don’t do it. Especially not at parties. And especially still when people are cute. People who talk to people don’t have blogs to hide behind. Just all of the absolutely not.

But the third shot of Maker’s Mark said, “Absolutely fuck yeah! Go talk to him.”

It took until the end of the night but by the power of Maker’s(and my crazy-ass friend dance-kicking me towards this guy), I told him I thought he was cute, and we exchanged numbers.

And after that, we didn’t talk.

Okay not exactly, but I really dig that Goldlink album and was just listening to it and I’m getting hella off track. ANYWAYS

I shot him a text after I left the party. He got back to me but it was late, nothing much was said until the next day. Next morning he messages picking back up and apologizing because he thought he already replied. I said no worries, I’m not one to get caught up in read-receipts and whatnot. And we agreed on that being an annoying trait of our generation nowadays and shared some lols.

But then the last message I sent turned green…

This is my first iPhone, and I haven’t really taken the time to figure out the different Apple nuances in the time I’ve had it. But I know that means maybe someone’s phone died or they aren’t online or whatever. I also know that sometimes my friends never receive my green messages when they get their phones back on, or they won’t appear immediately.

But how, after the last thing we discussed, would I dare check whether he received my text or not? How could I know? Certainly not by texting him! We established this, I’m not pressed for replies. But also established, neither is he.

What if it didn’t go through? What if on his end, I haven’t replied yet? And yet on my end, he hasn’t replied yet? WHO DROPPED THE BALL? To know…would be to thirst. Right? Maybe? So we’re just gonna stand in all our hydrated, solitary glory then, huh? Are we cool with that?

I can’t stand being my age, and if I were any younger…boy am I just grateful I’m not! I can barely manage with the weird social politics and etiquette that changes every two days. I’m not about all this navigating through communication across these many mediums. I’m too inclined to read into things and pick apart every little detail or speculation of a detail. It’s too much to think about, it’s rarely ever that deep, and it’s making an already awkward person even worse.

I can never text him again. And he might never be able to text me again.

Ruined before it even had a chance. We’ll never know what could have been.

It was a nice 30 or so hours while it lasted, I guess. Maybe we’ll bump into each other at another party. Maybe we’ll laugh about it. Or perhaps neither of us will ever recover the nerve to say anything. Only time will tell. But it’s all good, I’m not pressed anyways…

Okay, so I’ll probably just text him tomorrow sometime. But shut up, though.

I’m Done With PFCU

“It’s good to be back!”

That is what I would say if I were writing the post I originally planned for today. But if this situation I am writing about instead was the flame to get me going, well then, so be it. I might as well make something good out of it. Cue rant!

I am taking recommendations for a new bank, or credit union, or whatever. Because first thing tomorrow, I am canceling my account with the Philadelphia Federal Credit Union.

I walked over to my local branch this afternoon to deposit some cash into checking. They recently installed two new ATM machines that both accept deposits, rather than only one with the function previously. I enter my card into the machine, which it keeps instead of a quick swipe, go through all of the menu options, and get my cash ready to insert. It’s more than 50 bills, so I entered half of the stack at a time. It took a while, but save for two rejected bills, the machine counted my money and I was ready to confirm the deposit. I hit “Finish my deposit,” and it first gives me a screen saying it was processing. Then the screen switched to a cancellation screen.

This Screen

A green light flashes over the deposit slot, and my bills peek out of the dispenser. For a second.

As I grab the money, it starts leaving my hand and re-enters the machine. And the door to the deposit slot closes back up. The screen remains the same, and after waiting a few minutes, nothing changed.

I looked up PFCU’s number on my phone, and call, hoping to just ask a representative to step outside and help me. The branch closed at 2pm. It was 2:55pm. I waited in the automated menu for maybe an option for a 24 hour customer service line to be sent to. That wasn’t an option on the line.

As I attract attention in my frustration by other PFCU members waiting for the ATM, one woman asks about what was going on, and pulled out her card to find another customer service number. They do have a 24 hour line, so I thanked her and called them.

The only options given to me were for debit card activation, a lost or stolen card, or a lost or stolen device. Considering the ATM had my card and wouldn’t release it, I pressed “2” for a lost or stolen card.

I was transferred to a representative named Allie, and when I explained to her my situation, she said she couldn’t do anything, and offered to give me the number to the main customer service line.

“Do you have a pen and paper?”

“No, I am outside at an ATM and this was my sole purpose for leaving my house at the moment. I don’t have anything on me now except my phone considering this ATM machine took my card and $98. I would appreciate if you could transfer me to the proper authority to fix this problem.”

She transfers me.

To the same line I had previously called to the direct branch that informed me that customer service hours were over.

I call the 24 hour line again. After going back and forth with the next person in a similar way as Allie, he did actually make some kind of effort. But all he could do was cancel my card, should it ever be ejected from that piece of shit machine.

At this point, three incredibly sweet women from the growing line were tapping on windows and knocking on the doors to see if there were any representatives who had not yet left, because a few lights were still on inside.

Nobody came out, and the associate on the line said nothing could be done about the cash I tried to deposit. The only thing he could do was give me the same bullshit number to call in the morning, and enter “an extensive note” on my account for the next representative I speak with.  I asked him to include in that note that a representative should instead be contacting me for the major incovenience, and if I don’t receive that call, which I’m pretty sure I won’t, I will be back at that branch in person at open to close my account. But honestly, I’m closing my account anyway, because this hasn’t been the first time PFCU has given me issue, and I don’t appreciate anyone messing with my money. But this was certainly the most absurd and most time consuming and infuriating.

As I walk back home, defeated and angry, I hear, “Don’t you let this situation ruin your day!” One of the women who was trying to help called out from her car. There’s something about strangers caring, that will really overwhelm you when you’re having a bad day. So for everyone in line who tried to help or even just sympathized and said sorry this was happening, I appreciate you all. I’m going to take that vibe instead of my frustrated one and finish out my day, thanks. But before I do so,

Screw you, PFCU.

Now for the good vibes for the rest of the weekend.