I’m sorry, but what did you say my name was?

It’s only Tuesday, but this week has not been going well since its inception Sunday morning.  Of course, that’s when I discovered my previous employer had emptied my bank account to the tune of an overdraft greater than $1,800, a rather disconcerting event to have taken place at the end of the month.  I’ve scrambled to cover the loss as quickly as possible in the hopes of circumventing any financial impact of having no immediate funds available while payments are outstanding against that account.  You can no doubt guess this whole thing has really knocked me for a loop.  It’s manageable, yes, and ultimately it’s a recoverable situation that is only temporary (no more than a few days to get that account back in good standing).  Still, it undeniably frayed every nerve I had available at the time, sending sleep into the unreachable depths of mental mayhem, dangling disaster in every corner of my mind, and generally causing a significant explosion of fear, anger, distrust, vengefulness, and near panic, not to mention a great many other emotions and states of being not conducive to rest or relaxation.  You will have to forgive me if I have been or continue to be a bit off my game.  This entire event has devastated the feeling of safety and security one should enjoy with regards to personal belongings, including bank accounts and money, especially as these things relate to an ex-employer and the fact that I am currently not gainfully employed.

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