Ok, how many of you noticed that in yesterday’s post, I said that I couldn’t believe it was Thursday already. Surely, some of the more careful readers thought, “Wow, eejit…it doesn’t seem like it could be Thursday, because it’s NOT!” I really, truly, believed deeply in my being …maybe because a shoot I normally have on Wednesday, happened on Tuesday(?), but I’m not really sure.
It wasn’t until during 11 News at Five that Rod Daniels and I were chatting during the break…..and I mentioned something about it being Thursday. He looked at me and said gently, “It is Wednesday.” I must have given him an odd look(and those who know me well know that when I think I’m right about something, it takes a lot to change my mind), because he repeated… with emphasis../”Yes, Donna…it is, really, Wednesday.”
My mind starting whirling back through the day…..as the reality of what that meant. Early that morning before heading to work, and feeling quite on the ball and all on top of things, I had paid some bills online that would go into effect the next day(which is a really popular Friday around WBAL…payday…maybe it’s well thought of at your biz too). But here’s the problem….those payments were gonna flood out BEFORE I was paid.
I dashed back to my computer after the news, and logged into my account. The bank basically said, “So sorry, it’s too late to cancel or edit those payments…they’re now being PROCESSED…which means you are out of luck, sister“. Can I just tell you what a bad, bad feeling that was? And while I keep some extra money in my account and some extra in another checking account….it wasn’t gonna be enough to cover all the bills I paid( which says something else, but that’s for another confessional). And money I normally just send on to savings, I couldn’t get my hands on for another two days.
So….I called my daughter, who I know keeps a nice little savings account, God bless her. I said, “ Look I hate to ask you this, but your Mother has fallen on bad times and needs a temporary loan from you.” I told her the amount….and she said(in somewhat of a tone, probably the same I’d give her if the situations were reversed)…”How could you do that? That’s MY money!” Yes, yes….I know it’s your money…if it were mine I wouldn’t have to call you , now would I? But I only said, “You’ll get it back by Friday..that’s only two days away!” Daughter: “I want interest!!” I said something uncharitable about how she’d been paid lots of interest over the years…thousands, I’d guess….but I got the money. In the words of Cat Stevens(or as Michael has correctly informed me-Harry Chapin-apologies Harry)…I stashed the bill in my shirt.
Crisis averted, bills paid….all creditors happy….moral to the story…find out what day it is.
Oh, thought you might enjoy this….overheard in the newsroom this morning…..J-Fran running out to an appointment,( late)…and executive sports producer Chris Dachille yelling…”Run like a Raven, Jennifer!!” :)