Just Bitchin’ about: Identity Theft
Tonight my husband went to pick up dinner (hey…I called, ordered and arranged to have it picked up, the way I was raised that’s called, “making dinner!”). He comes home, gives me a look (the one that says, “ummm, I think you might have gone shopping and spent money you know you shouldn’t have but in order for me to appear ‘cool’ about it I better play this the right way.”) As his head is turned ever-so-slightly he informs me…in the shape of a question (when the voice inflection at the end of the sentence is a bit higher than it started) that when he went to use his debit card (for an account that only he has the debit card for…I simply log in and transfer directly to my account:) and that his card was denied for dinner! I can assure you that while I can absolutely over-order, that there is more than enough in this account to cover a take-out meal! So I go over to the computer (secretly relieved that I knew I didn’t do anything this time) and log in to our account and we find that there are 4 sep charges over a 3 day period to Sprint! We don’t even have Sprint! (Again, I’m secretly relieved that I’m not guilty). So, completely confident that I’m not in the wrong, I call the bank. The lady was very nice and informed us that they will indeed put the money back and investigate the issue. She was “shocked and disgusted” with the depths people go to in order to steal from others. She kept saying how sorry she was (I was all too happy to speak with her….because, I had done nothing wrong!!). She even won me over when she observed that these “people spend so much time stealing that if they put forth the effort into getting a job that they put into committing fraud that they wouldn’t need to!!”. I was now doubly happy…not only did I not spend one thing I wasn’t supposed to, I also was talking to a kindred spirit. Seriously, I was about to ask her if she was local, we were going to go to Starbucks tomorrow. However, she blew it when she got a bit too personal and “went there” with me in regards to her 2 boys, ages 15 and 8. Both opposite, one is very responsible, the other will never drive. I was waiting for their bowel movement schedule but she completed her report before I could hear about it, but they do go to Montessori school and are very bright. Of course they are! The asshole who stole our account is pretty bright, too. In fact, I think us honest, hard-working, tax-paying people are the dumb ones! What the he’ll do these schmucks know that we don’t!? Seriously, no one knows our ATMcode (sometimes I don’t even know), we don’t leave the card out. Someone literally had to copy the number or find the slip at a restaurant, and figure out how to use the card. We, however, spend 10 minutes dialing the small-as-shit number on the back of the card, another 5 minutes punching the 16 digit number into the phone, 5 more minutes wading through the “push-this-button-if-you-want-us-to-return-your-money” or, press-this-number-if-you-want-to-give-up-because-this-takes-too-long”, and then about 30 minutes explaining the story and listening to the person helping you explain all the details of their lives because they know we are their prisoner until the report is filed….cause if we don’t listen they can hang up…then we have to start all over again! Lastly, we were asked if the person is caught if we’d want to prosecute…no, we’d like to invite them over (we’d of course call them on their Sprint phone) and ask them about their kids…maybe they go to school with the bank lady… Of course we want them prosecuted…I want them to pay for my dinner, too. Because it was cold byrne time I got to actually eat it!!! Quit your bitchin’…that’s why we’re here!!
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Just Bitchin’ about: Identity Theft
Tonight my husband went to pick up dinner (hey…I called, ordered and arranged to have it picked up, the way I was raised that’s called, “making dinner!”). He comes home, gives me a look (the one that says, “ummm, I think you might have gone shopping and spent money you know you shouldn’t have but in order for me to appear ‘cool’ about it I better play this the right way.”) As his head is turned ever-so-slightly he informs me…in the shape of a question (when the voice inflection at the end of the sentence is a bit higher than it started) that when he went to use his debit card (for an account that only he has the debit card for…I simply log in and transfer directly to my account:) and that his card was denied for dinner! I can assure you that while I can absolutely over-order, that there is more than enough in this account to cover a take-out meal! So I go over to the computer (secretly relieved that I knew I didn’t do anything this time) and log in to our account and we find that there are 4 sep charges over a 3 day period to Sprint! We don’t even have Sprint! (Again, I’m secretly relieved that I’m not guilty). So, completely confident that I’m not in the wrong, I call the bank. The lady was very nice and informed us that they will indeed put the money back and investigate the issue. She was “shocked and disgusted” with the depths people go to in order to steal from others. She kept saying how sorry she was (I was all too happy to speak with her….because, I had done nothing wrong!!). She even won me over when she observed that these “people spend so much time stealing that if they put forth the effort into getting a job that they put into committing fraud that they wouldn’t need to!!”. I was now doubly happy…not only did I not spend one thing I wasn’t supposed to, I also was talking to a kindred spirit. Seriously, I was about to ask her if she was local, we were going to go to Starbucks tomorrow. However, she blew it when she got a bit too personal and “went there” with me in regards to her 2 boys, ages 15 and 8. Both opposite, one is very responsible, the other will never drive. I was waiting for their bowel movement schedule but she completed her report before I could hear about it, but they do go to Montessori school and are very bright. Of course they are! The asshole who stole our account is pretty bright, too. In fact, I think us honest, hard-working, tax-paying people are the dumb ones! What the he’ll do these schmucks know that we don’t!? Seriously, no one knows our ATMcode (sometimes I don’t even know), we don’t leave the card out. Someone literally had to copy the number or find the slip at a restaurant, and figure out to use the card
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Just Bitchin’ About: Courts
Well, I received a speeding ticket recently. I also completed the online defensive driving course. The course was almost 7 months ago. This new ticket couldn’t be handled the same way … I had to actually go down to the County Court to sign up for deferred adjudication.
Basically, I pay a fine and then cannot get a ticket for 24 hours.
Really? 24 hours?
A whole day?!!!
Why don’t they just give you the option to pay a certain amount if you agree to the day without tickets, and another slightly higher fee that says, “I’m not planning on speeding. However, I feel like the pressure of 24 hours hanging over me might be too much and might actually cause me to speed”. I think the city could make some money on that. Not to mention cutdown on processing fees … (food for thought)
At any rate, I head down to the part of town you don’t want to run out of gas in to handle this ticket … First of all, when I arrive I find several people lingering in the parking lot. Most of them were candidates for Ambush Makeover. After I enter the courthouse, not really knowing what to expect, I’m greeted by the lovely smell of BO. It was quite strong, and actually stopped me in my tracks for a minute. I was instructed to pick a number and wait. As I sat on the bench (hard as a rock I might add), I was grateful to have a new bottle of purell with me. As I’m waiting I notice the Orkin man there, a guy who possibly was deciding if I was worth jumping in the parking lot after I left and another man who I swear was Snoop Dogs cousin. Finally my number is called and I find out that I will have to return to Large Marges cubicle because our registration was done in the wrong county.
The bright light at the end of the day was that I asked if my husband, also an attorney who is on a “special” retainer could appear for me. Marge didn’t know, so she waddled over to her supervisor who said he could because he was my attorney of record. In fact, it turns out, he could have handled this the entire time. I walked to my car cussing the fact that I had to go out there AND that neither my husband or his very capable assistant couldn’t figure that out on their own.
So, I called my husbands assistant who told me he did, in fact call 3 times and asked the clerk if my attorney could appear for me and he said he was told no each time.” Did you ever ask for a supervisor?” I asked. Based on the silence on the other end of the phone, the answer is no. NO!
The clerk who sits at a desk everyday and enters the same thing over and over again has no clue!!! I have no legal background and asked the supervisor …
Is it really that hard people?
Is it?
So, I wasted my day, put my life in jeopardy and the only thing I have to show for it is a large amount of leverage over my husband and his assistant …
It’s good to be the queen.., b:)!
Quit your bitchin’, that’s why I’m here….
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