Sorry, couldn’t come up with anything more clever than that.
Fuck you, Bank of America. Three times my card has been compromised, and all three times it takes an act of fucking god for you to get it straightened out. At least five extended phone calls for each event with different dimwits who all have different answers. One time you even cancelled our account for no good reason.
So we’re done with you fuckers. Take your replacement cards and shove them right up your miserable asses.
Now I remember you talking about that awhile back. It’s happened to my mom twice. We thought it was coincidence, but now with your story, it sounds like they have big problems.
You can’t get the same answer twice from these fuckers. This latest episode, my wife ended up demanding to speak to a supervisor and took her name and number. After two months, we just got a letter saying that the charges had been removed from our account, but, you know, something else could happen, but your new cards are on the way! It was the last straw; we went to our credit union and got new cards approved within two hours. BoA can kiss my ass, as can every other bank in the country.
THIS.
My mom’s Bank o’ Murica card was compromised recently – someone took a bunch of Lyft rides, then tried to buy crap at some high-end beauty stores. Fortunately, the beauty stores declined the card, and while the Lyft charges went through they did trigger an alert, which prompted Mom to review all recent charges and flag the fraudulent ones. BoA did refund the remaining charges, except for one Lyft charge. It took her three phone calls, with at least five department transfers per call, before she was able to get it resolved. During the final call, the fraud department told her they could no longer deal with the remaining fraudulent charge without issuing yet another new card, so they referred her to the billing disputes department. Billing disputes told Mom this was a matter for the fraud department, at which point she put her foot down about any further transfers to any other department, and was able to get a credit on the account.
I think she would close the damn account if it wasn’t her oldest card.
BofA called me early one Saturday morning asking if I was buying stuff in a Best Buy in New York (I’m in California). I said no, and they immediately canceled the account, reversed the charges, and sent me a new card.
heavy sigh I happened into being an Evangelical Lutheran, but I am a Cradle Catholic, so I know my liturgical colors. We (they) are making “pilgrim crosses” for Lent. Being Lutherans they lack the very concept of a pilgrimage. This is normally cute, but they don’t know from pilgrimages. I tried making
I am a cradle Catholic, so I know my liturgical colors, but fell into a den of Evangelical Lutherans. For Lent we are making Pilgrim Crosses. Being Lutheran, they don’t know from pilgrimages. In an effort to inject some reality, I tried making mine based on the stylized scallop used to mark the paths to Santiago de Compastela, a proper pilgrimage still followed today.
“But that uses blue, the color of Advent.”
No, you twit. Violet is the color of Advent. And Lent. Don’t you pay any attention to what Pastor wears? We’re Catholicism Lite. The colors don’t change.
ETA: Pope Frank is starting from his end. Would you mind a little guidance from yours?
MY GOD! THE SNOT NEVER STOPS!!!
Damn virus!!! This is how our species will end. Wheezing and hacking and dripping and sneezing…until we all throw ourselves off tall building searching for the sweet release of death.
I’m going to the doctor (because my prescriptions have all run out) and I’m already dreading the blood pressure screening. I don’t know when they changed methods so that now it always turns my hand blue and brings tears to my eyes, but don’t just apologize and then wonder why my blood pressure is always high at the doctor’s office. If you jam some rusty screws under my fingernails, I bet we can get it even higher. Fuckers.
When my nephrologist checks my BP, he tests it six times, and encourages me to meditate or imagine a tranquil scene or music. The BP is much lower then.
On the other hand, it doesn’t represent a typically normal BP for me. But at least it gets rid of the spike.
I just practice deep breathing. Once when the doctor insisted on having a conversation while he was taking my BP it went higher, and I explained why. He took it again, silently, a few minutes later and it was back to normal.
Maybe you could make Pilgrim Scallops? Get some large white scallops and paint on them a cross that’s not Santiago’s, as that’s restricted to Compostela pilgrimages. The roads to Santiago used to be marked with Latin crosses (like these, from the Silver Road). The biggest problem would be finding scallops large enough to use for drinking or baptizing.
My niece cries. She doesn’t like her food? She cries. Anybody tells her something other than “oh my gosh you’re such a cute little girl”? She cries. She’s tired, she cries; she’s hungry, she cries; she discovers there’s a spot on her clothes, she demands to change now in between crying hiccups. Until just a few months ago, all she ever heard from her parents and the maternal side of the family was how cute and perfect she was, and their mother makes them change clothes 6 or 7 times a day; she’s now reached an age at which looking like a doll isn’t enough to get good grades, she needs to actually do the work, and that’s not sitting well.
If I have a chance, I’ll ask if she happens to like crying (one of the kids I hung out with as a child did, and does as an adult), and if she doesn’t I’ll try to teach her to take deep breaths when she feels a jag coming, but God I’m sorry but I’m glad she isn’t my daughter, because I’d be in the psychiatric wing of the hospital by now.
You’d have no doubt raised a more sensible child.
trying to break up (well, cut back) with Comcast and they just can’t get it right. I’ll recv my 3rd package from them on Monday (gawd, I hope), hopefully they will have it right. Just want two “legacy” boxes and internet service. They just keep sending the wrong shit. Sure as hell not going there in person, and wait in that nightmare. I think it’s been at least 5 phone calls just to negotiate a good price and to convince them of what I really want.
Going there for a problem doesn’t help anything. I went there four times to try to get my new modem to work, and got four different answers, none of which did the slightest bit of good. I set up a tech house call appointment, then figured it out for myself and cancelled it.
On my drive in to work today I saw that the vehicle ahead of me had a rear window sticker reading:
I (heart) my family
104.9 The River*
Which means that I now have to look for my own sticker that says:
I torment and mock my family
Sirius’ Underground Garage
And I had other plans for the weekend. :mad:
*this radio station promotes itself as being “kid-safe” and “family-safe”: “We’re striving to be a different kind of radio station…one that works hard to be positive, uplifting and encouraging. You won’t find songs with dirty lyrics or DJs having embarrassing conversations or joking inappropriately. That’s our River Promise.”
I’m going to hold them to that promise. I hear some of the early Pat Boone hits were kind of raunchy. 
Suddenly I’m tempted to call up this radio station to see if they’ll play Carolina Chocolate Drops’ “Your Baby Ain’t Sweet Like Mine” which contains numerous references to jelly roll.
Thank you. My mother said the same thing 
On the anti-rant side, the New Nephew has settled in beautifully. We went to see them yesterday and were joking about something I’d already thought when I first saw a picture of him: people do find a family likeness. “Oh, he’s as organized as his father!” “He does look like his mom.” He’s adopted, we don’t know what his birthmom looks like, but he, his mom and his cousins on our side all have round faces. Jay and Lupe just say “thank you” and file it under “yet another way he miraculously takes after us”. It’s going to be a family in-joke for generations to come.
I’m beginning to hate the word ‘crush’ as in “Im going to crush this”. Just fucking stop it.
Went out for AYCE sushi last night., you can only eat that at a bar seating14 people at this place. You get an hour or a bit more if the chefs are busy and they were packed. One seat opened up next to me, but some peckerhead wanted two seats. There weren’t two seats. He asked for another chair. The server said he would have to wait because there was no room. He then stood behind my chair and leaned on it. I told him he was rude, but flew over his head. Jerk.