Gloomy Sunday

Alrightie, I cursed my day. I listened to Billie Holiday's, 'Gloomy Sunday' yesterday morning and it began to rain. That should have been the first sign that something was wrong. Amanda and I then took the bus downtown, me totally broke and her with no small change besides one bus fare. We got to the GE Money Bank where, after walking in (and whamming the door into the standing insurance sign) everyone stared at us. We filled out a form for me to get my MoneyGram from Debo but honestly, I froze up and instead of German coming out of my mouth there was this, "JSKLdslkjsdlklksj" and a long, ceaseless 'eeeEEEEEeeee' in my head. Harrowing.

I sat there and the woman, now convinced that I spoke and understood absolutely zero German, proceeded to type in my information but needed my passport. So, in the rain, Amanda and I trudged back to the busstop and rode the bus, more crowded than I have ever seen it, back to campus. We got my passport and made the return trip, in the pouring rain, back to the GE Money Bank. This all took about an hour and a half.

THEN, the woman, Gisela Goergen, a medium set woman in a black laxy top and a tiny, red miniskirt, somewhere in her late fourties, took about an hour or so trying to get my information into the computer. There was confusion over whether I was Korean or American. A man named Bernd came and repeatedly tried to help. Amanda offered the solution several times but was ignored and we waited through a phone call until they finally figured out what she had been trying to tell them the whole time and I finally got my money. I was ready to swallow shotgun mouthwash.

We ate a huge meal at McDonald's and then ice cream. The rain was ridiculous and sadness was all around. I PMSed. I bawed. It was miserable and I felt miserable all day. BAW.

Moral of the story, never listen to Gloomy Sunday.

On another note, I am sure The Gorgon and Bernd are having a torried GE Money Bank affair. We will see how this progresses.