I knew the day was going to blow when I stood outside FOR TWO HOURS waiting for a bus that never came (even though the woman I spoke to at gotriangle.org’s trip planner hotline (AS WELL AS THE SCHEDULE ON THEIR WEBSITE) told me that the bus comes by the stop every 20 minutes). So I said “screw this, I’m driving”.
AND THEN I GET TO WORK.

The machine that I had imaged the day before? Forget it–the image was corrupt, so I had to re-image the blasted thing again. *sigh* So I reimaged the damn thing and took it back down to the office I got it from.

At noon, I tuned in to NHL Live and listened to EJ Hradek give Don a Merlin Hat (”You’ll read e-mails when I tell you to read e-mails”). And I looked forward to getting home and watching the rebroadcast at 5:00 so I could laugh again before the game came on at 7:00 (since I wound up not being able to go to the game like I had planned to).

YEAH, LIKE THAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN.

I get home. It’s 5:30–and the DVR is scrolling the following message:

PLEASE CONTACT YOUR OPERATOR.

What the…? So I call Time Warner and wait on hold for half a damn hour.

WTF? My account should be paid up, why am I disconnected?

“Oh, well it says here that you’ve paid with bad checks.”

Uhh..wha? I don’t have any checks, how can I write bad ones?

“On $DATE, a payment was rejected because your bank said no account existed. Then on $DATE another payment was rejected because the check was written on a closed account.”

WTF? I don’t write paper checks. I use BillPay through my credit union, and I’ve got upwards of $400 in the account at all times.

So…yeah. I find out at almost 6:00 PM that, because my credit union had honked up BillPay for my cable provided twice in a row, Time Warner will only accept CASH payments from me–and all the payment stations were closed for the night.

SO I DIDN’T GET TO WATCH THE GAME EXCEPT ON A STREAMED FEED FROM SOME IDIOT THAT KEPT SWITCHING TO THE RANGERS GAME. And I had Chuck Kaiton. So I got to listen to the Hurricanes lose in a shootout.

You’re welcome, Capitals. My bad day is your good day. Now fuck off, and prepare to be April Fooled.

Next game is Friday versus Tampa. And I am going to kill my credit union.

Edit: I’m sorry, did I say Tampa?  I meant Atlanta. Time for me to go to bed and put this comedy of errors to rest once and for freaking all.