Fodder for a Heart Attack

So, I went down to the nearest ATM to withdraw money for the deposit for my apartment, which is due Monday. The machine happily ate my card, told me that I could withdraw money, and after I pressed "accept," it promptly gave me neither a receipt or the money I asked for. In a panic, I ran up the six flights of stairs to my apartment, got quickly on my computer, and saw that money had indeed not been withdrawn from my account. I am still utterly distressed that a huge withdrawal that I have no proof of will go through, so I'm on the lookout for that. Ugh... not everything about being in this beautiful place is perfect...

Okay, now that my panic attack is over, I really do have to try to figure out the rest of this city.