Wednesday

Crying at the Chanel counter

aint the classiest of things. Therefore to make for up it (and my shitty, shitty day) I bought $500 worth of Chanel stuff. And then $250 worth of Seafolly swimmers and stuff. Dammit, why did I buy 3 1/2 black bikinis? Well, who cares.



Why did you have a bad day, Tam? See I know that's what you're thinking.

Vodafone. No luck getting an iPhone "you have not lived in your current house for more than 2 years or been in your current job for more than 6 months. But come back in 30 days and we can try again?" Oh ok, I'll come back in 30 days with a house and a job that have magically been bestowed upon me for over 2 years.

Optus. Hey, this is a better plan than Vodafone anyway. Hellz yeah. I'll tell them I've lived at my place for a year and had a job for 6 months. Should work. "Uhh.. You don't have enough 'Optus' points. Sorry." What the fuck?

Telstra. Shittest. Plan. Ever. But I'm pretty sure I really just want this phone right now. "No. No. No you don't have enough identification. No. No. No I can't do it."

OH FUCK. DOES ANYTHING COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH THAT ISN'T NO?

Came home. Called Optus. They said they had no idea what she meant and to go back with all my ID and they'll give it to me. WELL. I shoulda kept that guy on the phone instead of wasting another $6 on buses to get to fucking Charlestown and back, just to hear another NO!!

But, she said that sometimes it approves more over the phone. So I applied for a Visa debit. Fuck yeah.






Worst day ever. I hate it I hate it I hate it.
p.s/I got lots of Chanel today, because the lady gave me a free makeover when my face ran all over the floor. She was nice and got a big sale from it. I love her.

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