A Bank Mix-Up and a Trip Not Taken (Part 1) – Mad Chaos: October 12, 1998

Time itched, easing through the day, no cares, no worries, no faults. My day, another day recorded here, another day lost in infinite words, in a maze of pronunciation, a labyrinth of literature, or so it seems. This game is like that of lottery, as each day progresses and more literature is placed within, chance is lessened and thought is deepened. Your chance to find this piece of literature, to read upon today in ten years of my writing in this Diary will be like a strike at lotto. But there is no real big winner, you don’t prevail or glorify any situation. All you find is my thoughts, for a day of reasoning, for a day of my adolescent life, for a portion of my life where my sun transcended and then it set. This to you is a mutinous form of “Espography,” a primitive conception of that contraption thought within these pages, for these pages. If I can boast, I will boast, analog is the form that I would write if I could compare as such to today’s Methodology. My conceived idea shall be to your eyes of this day, a digital conception, not as primitive as this literature, this analog literature. Is what I speak conceivable, do you understand my philosophy, are you prone to discern such jargon. Through thick and thin I soliloquize upon thee, my thoughts, my memories, my dreams, my passions and my journey through life. Where mistakes and gains were made, where triumph was evident and even now, I see my ascendancy prevailing over defeat, my failure…

Each night I try to make the first paragraph interesting, I try to free my thoughts. This was thought upon because my entries are getting so long that it keeps interest in readers of my mind’s literature. You might think that writing more defeats the purpose but I tend to think that it livens my literature to a degree that would hook the most discerning eye. I might be wrong but I might also be right and until I reveal my literature to a large enough population there is no way I can tell. For that reason my paragraph of entry is over, it is time now to begin of the day as the day is now finished and a new dawn begins to rise.

This morning I set my alarm, supposedly to wake up at 10:00 a.m. My day was bothered even before then, my sleep disturbed. The phone rang, I answered to a male voice on the other side. Looking at my clock I noticed the time, it was 9:30 a.m. and Keith, he wanted to know what I was doing for the day. Realizing that I was just asleep he said no more and told me it wasn’t that important anyway and that he would call me back later in the day. Lazing to hang up the phone, debilitated from such an arduous long night and short sleep I closed my eyes once more. Sleep was once again broken, this time by a metal clanging, a ringing sound. Half asleep I realized the noise was ascending from my alarm clock. When the noise had stopped I should have awoken, I should have jumped out of bed like I used to early last month but slumber took a grip over my mind once again. Like the lonely days where I used to stay up until the shower of the morning sun, those days are unfortunately making a new rise. For that reason my head did not leave the casing of the pillow and for the next hour I tried to rest my eyes.

Knowing that this sleep would affect my day and possibly the short term of my future with getting paid by the link I kept that in the back of my mind, I didn’t worry. Reaching 11:00 a.m. I finally felt like waking up and that’s a good time considering it’s been creeping up to midday and it finally arrived a night or two ago. Let me now try and get that time back down to 9:00 a.m. and after this entry I hope to sleep, hope…

Upon waking up I jumped in the shower, didn’t bother to eat. For an hour I readied myself and hoped that if I hurried I could make it to Liverpool. Daunted was my mind of the consequences that the outcomes of the day would bring and believe me, I did think of them all. The thought of not arriving at Liverpool did cross my mind because I didn’t want to pay for train fare but then I thought that I would lose my money, that was my main reason of motivation. What did precede my mind, what thoughts did overcome my mind, Liverpool or no Liverpool, stay tuned…

My Chest hurts once again and from expression of words you would gather I had my workout today. Although my muscles don’t ache as much as my last workout I can feel it in my Chest (As I usually do because I strive for optimum performance in that area). I can also feel it in my back which is weird because I didn’t give it that much sets but I guess I made up for it with brute strength. My body comes later in the day, let me begin with my walk amongst sultry weather. The day was uniquely warm and distinct with an illustrious glow about it. Not too hot, not too cold, just enough weather for me to wear a shirt and sweat a little.

Reaching Campbelltown I made my way directly to the bank to see if my money had been placed within my account. Confronting the machines I placed within it my card and punching up my choices upon the data entry keyboard like a woodpecker on speed I found the money was there. Happy, I took out my money and then sighed as I knew it would all be gone soon. Those are the pitfalls of modern day life, you are given money by the government only for it to be taken back by the government or other businesses of wealth destruction. There is no such thing as ‘Save Money’ in the 90’s, it’s hard, there are less jobs, more taxes, increased prices and more all over bullshit than what comes out of a bull’s ass. Savings, huh, that’s just another technological term from politicians and bureaucrat to place existence upon a non-existent term of the 90’s. From what my eyes see, if you have nothing but an education there is not enough education for you to exist. If you are born rich, then rich runs in your blood, in your veins and there is nothing but success within your ranks. Less jobs but more competition in this, my years of adolescence and like my parents, I am to learn the hard way.

With money in hand I made my way inside the bank where I was greeted unexpectedly by Bane. We shook hands, we talked for a couple of seconds and just when I was about to release our hands Bane noted that I was looking skinnier. Not taking that too drastically I advised Bane that this can’t be possible, I’ve been working out for the summer. Bane was probably just saying it to make conversation but whatever it was, we parted and I made my way to the counter. Handing over $80 into my bank account wasn’t hard to do, it had to be done to get Optus finally off my back. But this voyage of affairs with Optus is far from over. You see, when I came back home from my day out I received a call from ‘Remington White’ in Melbourne, the place that is taking care of the payments for Optus. It seems that the suspicion surrounding the money withdrawn from my account on September 29th by Optus is being challenged. Even though I’ve received my statement that shows Optus has taken out the money they told me today they had no recollection of where the money was, they didn’t have it. To make matters more idiotic on their behalf I gave them a call back after speaking with ‘Commonwealth Bank’ I found that Gus (The guy who is supposed to be handling this affair) is out for a week. Who takes a whole week off work, they piss me off. Anyway, there’s some lady working on the case now trying to locate the money and they aren’t taking any more money out of my account until they get their fingers out of their ass.