More Treadmill DRAMA! in Since OD is shutting down....

Ok so this morning I wake up and check my bank account and I had a charge of $482.89 taken out. I immediately call the bank to find out what the hell it’s for and they didn’t know but said that it was a pending charge that was trying to come through a few days ago but got declined because I didn’t have enough money in my account. Well I fly down to the bank and fill out fraud paperwork and they hot carded my debit card so that nothing else could happen. I had no idea what this was for until I find out it’s for the treadmill, the second one that got refused! I got off on the guy where I ordered it from and he confirmed it was for that one and that the money would be put back in my account. Well I spend the good part of the day trying to figure this out before I have to to go work and my entire evening at work I was a ball of nerves because I was upset that I got charged twice for one fucking treadmill!!!

Well I have to get my brother to come to my work and pick up my house keys so he can tear it down and put it back in the fucking box. He of course doesn’t want to because he worked 11 hours today and because I was being super pushy, even after I explained that they had taken the money out of my account and it needs to be sent back immediately. I also remind him that he pushes and bugs me to come get his kid no matter how many hours I’ve worked on the weekend so he can get drunk. It was just awful and I ended crying. He finally came, got my keys and did it thank God, I FINALLY get off work and come home to find out how to return it and it said that I couldn’t because it’s been more than 30 days. At this point, I’m about to come out of my skin. I call and talk to a really nice guy that I didn’t scream at because I just didn’t have it in me anymore and he was able to make it happen so tomorrow, it’s going back to UPS whether they come get it or I have my Dad take it down there. I’ve absolutely had enough of this situation and I will never again order another treadmill for as long as I live.

I’ve now received emails stating that the money was put back on my debit card and my credit card, but they have charged me $89 for a restocking fee which I think is complete bullshit because of everything I’ve gone through but as long as they don’t try and take it from my checking account, it’s whatever. Honestly, I wish that I wouldn’t have ordered this fucking thing in the first place because it’s been a headache and a nightmare since February, but at least the nightmare is coming to a fucking end!

I am now just grateful that the money is being put back on both cards but I’m not going to be completely satisfied until the fucking thing is out of my house. I honestly don’t use it, never did and it’s just been in the way this whole time because I just don’t have room for it. I almost fell backwards on it the other day and that scared the fuck out of me but my brother just wouldn’t tear it down and package it up until now. I’ve asked him every fucking weekend but he’s always just “too busy” and now it’s created serious fucking problems for me! I’m so over his laziness and selfish that I could fucking puke but I’ve learned from this and I will never again get something that I can’t assemble myself because I don’t have anyone I can rely on!

In the midst of all this going on, Eric was messaging me over Facebook trying to argue and even though I told him numerous times that I was at work and was dealing with a bunch of shit, he wouldn’t stop so I blocked him. He told me he hated me and that I was a twat and I just didn’t have the mental capacity to fight back or allow him to keep blowing up my phone. I’ve truly had it and just can’t have him in my life. He reminds me too much of my ex John. I feel like he didn’t respect my feelings at all and didn’t take me seriously when I said I couldn’t fight with him and he just wouldn’t stop!!!! I can’t stand people who want to just keep fighting and making me more upset. It seriously pisses me off when people don’t know when to quit and it’s yet another reason why I don’t care to have a boyfriend. I don’t want anyone in my life that I have to fucking argue with!

I am so glad that I’ve gotten it figured out and now I can go to bed. I’m going to call in the morning and see when they plan to pick it up and if it’s not before I go to work, then I’m going to ask my Dad if he will come over and help me load it up and drop it off. I have to work in the daytime Thursday, Friday, and Saturday so if it’s not dealt with tomorrow, it’s going to have to wait until next week and I need it gone before then. I’m tired of it being in my way and I honestly can’t stand looking at it any longer. I knew that I should have sent it back right away but just forgot about it because I’ve been so busy but if I would have known it was going to create this much of a shitstorm, I for sure would have returned it right away. I’m still pissed that it was just left at my door while I was at work for several hours where anyone could have grabbed it. The guy knew not to leave it but did anyway! UGH!

Because of all this, I am absolutely exhausted. I never have drama so when shit like this happens, it takes a lot out of me. I’m glad that I can sleep in tomorrow morning and have the whole day before I have to work but I will probably get up early so I can get this taken care of. I just don’t to worry about it anymore. I am just gonna be so glad when this damn thing is out of my house, and inevitably out of my sight. I will never again put myself in this kind of bullshit.

I’ve also realized that I think it’s time for me to maybe call Weight Watchers and see what that program is all about. I really want to lose weight and I just don’t know if I can make it happen by myself. It was easier when I wasn’t working because then I was able to eat on a schedule and the weight came off like no other but now that i am just so busy all the time and never know when I’m going to be to sit down and eat, it’s made it super hard to stick to my diet because by the time I get to eat, I eat all the wrong things, eat too fast, and I want to find ways where I can avoid this shit. I’m just never going to be happy until the weight starts coming off and I can actually feel good about myself. Now that I’m 30, time is just not slowing down and I just don’t want to die at an early age because I’m so heavy.

Anyways, I’m going to try and just lay down and watch some tv so I can go to sleep. I’ve honestly had enough for one day, Goodnight.