We had a dismal Christmas party at school today. We were gathered up and hoarded into a way-overcrowded gym and forced to play Bingo against our will, for too long. Then people played other games for too long, which thankfully I didn’t have to participate in. Then it was lunchtime, which dragged on for too long. I didn’t want any food, but a friend was nice enough to give me two slices of pizza. Disgusting cold pizza, but I was thankful anyway. Oh, and did I mention that the person supplying the music for the party somehow thought it was a good idea to play “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” three times in a fucking row?:mad:
Then I waited 45 minutes for a bus to go home. When the bus finally came, it was stuffed to the gills with misbehaving private-school students. I made my way past all the standing students and went to the back of the bus, where a student was nice enough to take her backpack off the seat to let me sit down.:rolleyes:
I have to go out again today. Try to find my way downtown somehow and hope I won’t have to wait long periods of time for an overcrowded bus. I’d stay in, but I already have a ticket to a comedy show. I hope it’ll be funny.
Yeah, my father-in-law is in the midst of a lawsuit filed by a pair of genius kids who were jogging in the middle of a55 mph rural road, wearing earbuds, and running west at sunset (when the sun was guaranteed to blind any driver traveling west.) FIL is an idiot, but that day? How does one avoid idiots like that? (Last I heard, Genius Boys have recuperated enough to take up jogging again. On the same road.)
I was tempted to put a note in the mailbox of the kid’s house that he went into to his parents - “Are you aware that your kid doesn’t know how to cross the street safely?”
The Bad: car battery is dead.
The Good: I am home and do not have to go out.
The Bad: 90 minutes before road side assistance will arrive.
The Good: I can read SDMB while I wait.
Why don’t people check with their landlords or apartment managers before adopting a dog from the shelter? Two of my program dogs were “returned” in the last week due to the family not being able to keep them in their home. Thankfully the families had taken good care of them while they had them, and one of the dogs has since been adopted again by a new family.
What on earth posses someone to go to all the trouble of going down to the shelter, spending time with a dog, paying the fees and buying everything you need for the dog, but not checking to make sure your landlord will let you have a dog?
Got home. Had mail from Victoria’s Secret. It was a credit card statement in my wife’s name. Single purchase for $746 (and change) on a card that had a $750 limit, made the Saturday after Black Friday. Store was in Maryland.
We ain’t got no card from VS and weren’t nowhere near Maryland - well, really ever.
Great. She calls the number on the statement. Victoria’s Secret was AWESOME (really - total shout-out to them, they rock, shop with them please). Turns out even the SSN was correct (for my wife). Oh SHIT.
Guy on the phone says - “Well let’s see…account opened, run right up the limit the same day, far away from your home. Yep, screams fraud. Okay, account is closed, here’s what you need to do…”
So. All is contained for now, but goshdarnit. At Christmas you fucker? I hope a rabid dog eats your genitals and then vomits them back into your thieving mouth.
So, for those of you playing at home, here are some things you do when this happens to you:
IMMEDIATELY contact one of the three credit bureaus and have an alert put on your account. An alert means they won’t approve any new account without contacting you. They are also required to contact the other two, but you can contact all three if you feel like it:
Equifax (800) 525-6285 http://www.equifax.com/
Experian (888) EXPERIAN (397-3742) http://www.experian.com/
Trans Union (800) 680-7289 http://www.tuc.com/
File a police report. Yep, still have to do this.
Change the passwords on ALL your online accounts. Frankly, this is the biggest pain in the ass, but you should do it.
Monitor (closely) existing credit/bank accounts. Or cancel them. But not an option in our case since Christmas is days away and Daddy ain’t done shopping.
This public service message has been brought to you by one seriously pissed off Zakalwe.
Forgiveness is easier to get than permission. If you ask the question the answer is almost definitely no but many landlords don’t enforce it. They won’t give permission but they won’t throw the dog out either. Obviously there are some that do but the numbers are still lower.
It used to make me nuts when all of us normal people would be properly bundled up in gloves and jackets and the snowbirds and tourists would be running around in shorts and flipflops.
There weren’t any laundrysicles that I heard of in my neighborhood. There was some rust, but not a lot. The main problems were the hoses drying out and cracking in the extreme heat and kangaroo rats making nests inside them. Tosses head proudlyI didn’t have that problem, my machines were inside!
Good news: Bill is going to install a new ceiling fan tomorrow.
Bad news: The fan is over the very heavy bed that will have to be taken apart and moved.
Good news: Karen’s nephew is always eager for extra money, so will do the heavy lifting for us.
Bad news: The cats hide under the bed when we have workmen here.
New news. Best Buy. For $2700. Same day, same general area. Similarly awesome about it, FYI.
As near as I can tell, the fraud alert with the credit agencies does about 90% of what LifeLock does, but thanks for the advice!
Yeah, all the time, but we don’t have a Target CC and none of the hits have been on our existing credit cards/debit accounts. These are new cards requested in my wife’s name with her Social (and in the case of Best Buy, her DOB). There aren’t THAT many folks that have all that information in one place, but not our other accounts. Wonder if we’re the bow wave of the next big scandal…
And that puts our problems in proper perspective, don’t it? Damn, Helena330. I hope you at least get a good good-bye. Having been there, done that, it helps. If not, remember the good times and the fun shit. That’s what she would want and you will need. Hugs and good thoughts!
Yeah, I once worked for Robert Maynard, the guy who founded LifeLock. Fortunately, it was one of the only legitimate endeavors he’s been involved in (a dialup ISP), but with his history of being banned from the credit service business in Arizona due to fraud, various legal actions regarding his use of identity theft, a career as an email spammer (very short. I quite enjoyed being one of the people ferreting his email accounts out of the ISP database for cancellation when he pulled that), I, at least, would be very, very wary of doing any business with a company he was involved in.
Now, to their credit, LifeLock did quietly sweep him out once reporters started asking questions about it–but a credit protection company that does pretty much nothing you can’t do yourself, founded by a known credit fraudster? I’d pass.
I LOLd loud enough to startle a kitteh, digs. Thanks for that.
I haven’t slept properly all week. I “napped” after work Friday which was supposed to mean “lie down and rest my eyes for an hour” and not “conk out until 2am.” My old cat Al is usually a stickler about mealtimes so I assumed he’d wake me up. When I opened my eyes he was curled up next to me, as sound asleep as I’d been. It’s pouring rain so I guess the sound lulled me. Still: now my sleep cycle is completely effed up.
TL/dr never trust a cat to be your alarm clock. Or just … Never trust a cat.
I recently moved between suburbs in Melbourne, from a slightly more ‘built up’ area, to a greener suburb (larger blocks of land and many more trees). But there’s naff-all birds here!
My last unit had a handkerchief-sized back yard with one single gum tree, but it was always full of birds. There were wattlebirds, blackbirds, butcherbirds, magpies, lorikeets, mudlarks, mynahs, doves and odd miscellaneous blow-ins who’d be quickly given their marching orders by the crazy wattlebirds thankyewverymuch.
Here we have a huge block in a hilly suburb, trees everywhere, and apart from the occasional raven flying overhead, and a solitary blackbird singing at dawn this morning, it appears to be an avian-free zone.
I love me some birds and this just doesn’t make any sense at all.
Karen I had a whooping cough booster 3 years ago. There are no babies or children even in the circles I move in. However, I use public transport and shop in supermarkets where there are little ones. Yes we vaccinate to protect ourselves but this is a community issue and my primary motivation for getting a booster was so that I wouldn’t inadvertently pass on the disease, if I got it, to someone more vulnerable than myself."
Meanwhile this sock writes this crap to me and nothing happens:
SICK and insensitive doesn’t begin to describe the filthy disgusting shit that you are.*
Are Zuckerberg and his minions drunk? Or just stupid?
