There goes another waste of cab fare. Thank you, Metrobank.

It sucks when you’re broke because you absolutely don’t have money. It sucks more if you’re broke but, technically, you have money; except you can’t withdraw it from the bank.

I lost my ATM card earlier this week and I have not come around to replacing it yet. I needed to submit a notarized affidavit of loss to the bank before I could make an over-the-counter withdrawal. Thing is, I need to make an over-the-counter withdrawal so I could have some cash for the notary, among other things. You know the Universe is messing up with you when you get yourself into sitcom-like Catch-22 situations.

Thank Dog for kind friends who offered help in my time of need. Finally I was able to have the affidavit notarized and I was ready to head to the bank to withdraw. Flatmate Leo lent me some cab fare so I could reach the bank before 4pm.

A few minutes before 4pm, I was outside the bank and it was closed. It was one of those banks that close at 3pm. Great job, Jade, for not taking note of that sooner.

You have to understand: For someone like me who works at night, going to the bank during the afternoon is like agreeing for an appointment in the wee hours of the morning for you dayshift people. I get off work at 5 in the morning and I need to sleep.

It’s not that I urgently need the ATM card replaced; as I told Leo, that could wait.

I. NEED. MY. MONEY. DAMMIT.

So I need to head to the bank tomorrow at 9am, submit the affidavit and (hopefully!) get what meager money I have left in my account so I could survive until the next payday.