pink poodle
気が狂っている男
Last week featured a lot of work (surprise)...but I wrapped up Friday night at 10pm and didn't need to work until 5pm Saturday. So I decided "yes I will join my friends at that party for a short period of time and a sensible drink or two." The party was an handover or opening of sorts to a pub. Some of my friends had a room so I stored the bike in their room, given my current fear of theft. I of course threw my intentions to be sensible out the window and got home about 10am. I got plenty of rest and work that night was actually a smooth event, even though I got called in a few hours early. I seem to have become the security blanket for a few people in times of panic.
But come Sunday night...I went out for dinner with friends (Korean bbq...it was ok, but I'm not rushing back). I went to transfer some $$$ to one of them to cover the bill (places that won't split the bill and don't take cash can just fuck right off) and discovered that sometime on Friday night I had transferred a reasonable chunk of cash to a random phone number. I search my contacts and call history...nope. my friends (whom I was with on Friday - Saturday) do the same for me...nope. now I did apparently spend some time out on the streets of Newcastle that night/morning and also at some random strangers' house. So I get a bit of a panic, did I get coerced into sending money? Why that amount? Why not more? Shit...shit...I've also done a bit of online shopping over the last year (fuck who hasn't?) so maybe my account has been hacked? Fuck fuck fuck!!!
Oh wait...that number is 1 digit short of a phone number...oh...wait a minute! That's the regular direct debit for my mortgage which comes out at the end of every month just like I set it up to do a few months ago.
That was 15 minutes of panic I didn't need to have!
But come Sunday night...I went out for dinner with friends (Korean bbq...it was ok, but I'm not rushing back). I went to transfer some $$$ to one of them to cover the bill (places that won't split the bill and don't take cash can just fuck right off) and discovered that sometime on Friday night I had transferred a reasonable chunk of cash to a random phone number. I search my contacts and call history...nope. my friends (whom I was with on Friday - Saturday) do the same for me...nope. now I did apparently spend some time out on the streets of Newcastle that night/morning and also at some random strangers' house. So I get a bit of a panic, did I get coerced into sending money? Why that amount? Why not more? Shit...shit...I've also done a bit of online shopping over the last year (fuck who hasn't?) so maybe my account has been hacked? Fuck fuck fuck!!!
Oh wait...that number is 1 digit short of a phone number...oh...wait a minute! That's the regular direct debit for my mortgage which comes out at the end of every month just like I set it up to do a few months ago.
That was 15 minutes of panic I didn't need to have!