Finished the burger, drove to the US Bank branch. (Opsec opsec opsec. What's a little specificity in a journal?) A section of the right lane was closed which spooked me but it wasn't closed for too too long. I turned right, into the parking lot, parked, headed in. Waited for an available teller in line -- seemed a few employees were on break. Met my appointment with Patricia. Very no-nonsense but also a bit colder than I cared for. Told her about my declined card and she told me to just call the number, and I did. But boy inside I was just shocked. I mean I had been waiting, anxiously, for 2 or 3 days when I could just have made a phone call? Damn social anxiety, that rotten thing, snide grip around my throat. One day I will chop those fingers from my throat and cast them aside. No matter. I called, waited, and things were resolved. Patricia tried to get me to sign up for a credit card. I said I had no consistent source of income other than financial aid but would check it out at home. She asked me how I would know if said financial aid would really work. I told her I could just check my school portal. What an odd appointment. Went home. If I made an appointment again I will have to do it at another branch.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391