Turns out my bank has been sending my replacement cards to an address I haven't lived at for over a decade. This isn't as annoying as the fact that they only have one song on repeat for their hold music, however.

I listened to Benny and the Jets far too many times in a row to obtain this information.

This is too much fun.

My roasted potat is almost ready for consumption and I'm pretty sure this is going to be the highlight of the day.

What fucking possesses someone who decides that, despite knowing nothing about the issue at hand, sends you "I asked chatgpt about your problem and it says ..." in an unprompted message?

Just. Get. Fucked.

Even if you believe the chatbots have something to offer, at least credit me with having enough of a clue about my own job to be aware of all relevant information resources.

But maybe just stay in your fucking lane, hey?

I'm going to have a nice, big grown up drink and watch some TV now.