But I am just about fit to be tied.
First off, neither Mrs. Fungus nor I could decide on anything for dinner last night, and ultimately we gave up and decided on Culver's, so I hit the road. Got there, placed my order; but when I went to pay for it? "The machine says not to honor the card."
When you have insufficient funds, the machine declines it. It doesn't say "do not honor". "Do not honor" means the card was shut off at the source.
So--ran home, got wife's card, went back, got dinner.
Today I called the bank. Apparently a new card was issued. It must have gotten lost in the shuffle here while I was on my repainting binge. There was a stack of "pending business" on my desk, bills and such--and I seem to recall an envelope with something stiff in it which merited more attention when I had time--but when I looked in the boxes of desk stuff I didn't find anything with a card in it. I tore into all the places I have stashed things from the computer room, and did not find the replacement card that the bank says they sent. Argh etc.
So, in the midst of all this searching, I get a call from the recruiter I've been dealing with. She can't get in contact with any of my former bosses, and they need at least one reference from someone so they can move forward. Naturally, she calls when I've ducked out to the garage to check the boxes of computer room stuff.
Trying to figure out what to do about the family room; and no one from Luna has called me back yet. Last night I pulled up the SW corner of the carpet and found there's no tile under it, just plywood. The hell of it is, when the kitchen floor was redone in 1982, some of that tile was pulled up then. I'm starting to wonder if they didn't pull up the whole thing before the carpet went in--but if that's so, why is there tile around the floor vent?
...of course, you can't see very far under the carpet, either, from there. Who knows how far it goes? But surely if they'd pulled up the tiles they wouldn't have left a row of them by the vent, because that would have left an obvious rill in the carpeting.
On top of all this, I didn't get much sleep Monday night. Tuesday I got up when my wife did, and was up the whole day; so at her bedtime last night (especially after the frustrations of the day) I was more than ready for bed. I was so tired that I fell asleep laying on my back, which I almost never do. Mrs. Fungus woke me up twice, telling me to be quiet, before I realized that I needed to roll over now because I did not need any "spin down" time.
It seemed like a couple of minutes later that I woke up gagging on bile. Acid reflux! Hooray! And it was really bad, too--to the point of almost making me vomit--so I had to get up, take some antacid, drink some water, and then sit up for a while to let everything settle down. Forced out of bed around 2 AM, I could not go back to bed before four AM because of that nonsense. And then, up at the same time as my wife again.
Tired. Very, very tired.
But you know what? Although this silliness is kind of frustrating, it's all surmountable. First, the customer service rep from the bank said I can go to the nearest location and get a temporary debit card, which I can use until the replacement arrives. Second, I was able to contact a former boss to ask her to vouch for me so I can get a new frigging job, and she replied to me and says she'll talk to them for me. Third, I can just pull up the carpeting myself and verify whether there's tile under it or not, and if there's not I expect Luna can come and do the job we hired them to do.
But it'd be easier if I could get some more sleep.