Today is a very bad day.

My cell phone company deducted $1200 from my checking account this week, despite the fact that more than $1K of it should have been a CREDIT to my bill, and never deducted in the first place. Apparently I'm getting it back in five to seven days, but I'm not believing anything until I see it. God, the whole thing has been a nearly two-month drama. I've emailed my landlord, who still hasn't cashed my rent check, in the hopes he could wait another week. Which makes me feel so incredibly trashy that words fail me.

Moral of the story? Don't get a Treo.

As I sit here for the next week, waiting to learn whether I'm about to face some serious financial ruin, I want nothing more than a Snickers. I'm holding off because the last thing I need is a stomach ache on top of that, plus last night when out with my girlfriends I cleaned through a plate of potato strings. I don't need to feel physically ill on top of being mentally exhausted over this whole cell phone situation.

What's even worse is that I made for myself what I thought would be an awesome lunch - grilled chicken on whole-wheat, mozzarella and roasted red peppers - but sucked. So corn, pretzels and Laughing Cow it was. Which is the saddest lunch I've ever heard of.

And I'm trying - really - to adhere to the whole Intuitive Eating thing, which dictates I should have the Snickers, kinda, but I know I just want to Snickers because my checking account has been bled dry. A Snickers from the vending machine will not make $1K magically appear in my bank, but if it would?

Someone please let me know and I'm all over that peanut and chocolate goodness.

I'm going to go back to work now, hoping the rest of the day goes by fast enough to get me to spinning and home in my bed with my dog and an email from my always understanding landlord that he hasn't cashed my check and will only do so when I give him the go-ahead.

It could happen, right?

Posted by Erin at 02:44 PM | filed under: Ouch

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