The team that reprogrammed the Bank of America ATM interface is suffering from serious brain damage.
I slip in my card, enter my PIN and ask for my checking account balance. Then I ask to continue. So it goes back to the login page and asks me to re-enter my PIN “for security purposes”. I ask for my savings account balance. It then goes back to the login page and asks me to re-enter my PIN “for security purposes”. * What kind of security is being promoted by having me retype my PIN three times in front of whatever gawking bystanders happen to be hanging out at the ATM? *
I guess it's *possible* that I might just have wandered off in a daze after getting my balance and hitting the "please continue" button, and they're preventing evil-doers from using my login. But clearly this is an un-intended consequence of a recent interface change. It used to be that you'd get your card back after all your transactions were done. But mopes were clearly buggering off without taking their cards, so now they kick the card back to you immediately. But without the card in the machine, there's no way for the ATM to know whether you are still there or not. So it apparently is programmed to only allow one transaction per login. Which means that every transaction more complicated than "give me money" is going to take twice as long and run the risk of exposing your PIN to bad people. Bleah.
STOP REDIRECTING ME YOU STUPID INTERNET FUCKNUGGETS.
Yes, I’m in Germany. You know what, though? If I wanted to go to wastemyfuckingpaycheck.de, I would’ve fucking typed wastemyfuckingpaycheck.de. I DIDN’T. I typed wastemyfuckingpaycheck.COM you useless asslicking troglodytes. All I want to do is buy some fucking Star Wars pajamas, and I don’t want to fucking do it auf Deutsch because German is a stupid fucking language with stupid fucking grammar and I don’t want to pay in fucking Euro, I want to pay in fucking dollars.
Also fuck you any large American retailer that won’t ship to a fucking APO address; I hope an angry gang of porcupines overrun your corporate headquarters and sodomizes you all with cactuses.
Uckfay! I just went out to put recycling in the ‘shed’ and noticed the pool water was down about 6 inches! The filter pump was still going, but had minimal water in it. Turns out, a hose came loose and was draining the pool!
Here’s to hope: 1) The filter pump isn’t fried and 2) the well holds out for refill of at least 2 inches of water (to get it back to minimum level)
Aw. I have one Springsteen tape; everything else is either from my questionable early ‘90s pop selections or my parents’ nightmarish '80s country collection.
I pit standing out in the blazing sun (90+º F) just so your kid can graduate from college. I mean, c’mon, Minnesota. It was cool and cloudy until The Day. What good is The Frozen Tundra if you turn into the Melting Plot at the worst possible time?
Actually, what I should pit is the long, drawn-out graduation “speeches” (full of platitudes and cliches, and one was copy-n-pasted from two wikipedia articles-- we found them!).
My daughter agreed that her high school graduation was much better-- their speaker was an editor of the Onion who’d gone to school there. He reworked it into a story for The Moth.
The only reason my happy little morning butterfly husband is still alive is because I can’t really leap out of bed in the morning to chase him down and kill him for being SO DAMN HAPPY AT 7 AM!!!
Both of my college graduation ceremonies (general and departmental) were indoors, though we had to line up outdoors in the wonderful December weather. The speaker at the general ceremony was some lady who had pulled every line of her speech from various websites (though smartphones weren’t yet available, a few of the people around me had data plans, and were looking up quotes as she spoke). She spoke for so damn long that I decided to take the opportunity to locate a ladies room – and ended up exploring a women’s locker room (this was at the former RBC Center in Raleigh). The departmental graduation, on the other hand, was very nice…the department head gave a quick speech that he had actually written.
QFT. and there is the part about me not being able to kill anyone until I find my glasses. Which are hiding on the motel end table.
Nava, I used to think that you were a nice person. Now that I know that you are the sort of person who smiles and tells us fun facts that we should think about as we are watching the sun rise…can I send you a cat?
Can I send you Tony? Along with some house ferals?
I tried in Florida at thrift stores looking for used tapes and it was a ginormous pain in my ass then too: country, gospel, country, country, gospel, gospel, Neil Diamond, Engelbert, bupkis, nada, zilch.
Then one day i got lucky and found U2 and Peter Murphy and I snatched that shit up. It’s basically the same here in Indiana: bupkis, New Kids on the Block, gospel, country. The library had INXS so I grabbed it.
I just ordered Together Alone and Split Enz tapes from Amazon. I’m saving cash for vacation so I can only use my existing Amazon credit.
Since i have Grandpa’s car - how well the stereo worked wasn’t up high on his list, and I am probably lucky it still works. I want the windows tinted before I upgrade the stereo.
Gah. I hate people who are chipper in the morning. I’m sure that this is a sign of a malfunctioning brain, or something.
anya marie, my local Half Price books is a pretty good source for cassettes. Yeah, you WILL find a lot of country and gospel from people getting rid of the old folks’ collections, but the tapes are sorted into categories, and by artist within the categories. So if you want a lot of Beach Boys, for instance, you can look under Rock and then the Bs, and that’s where you’ll find any BB tapes that they happen to have.
I pit my wife’s coworkers. She just texted me that apparently some people there have so little work to do that they can spend the first hour of the work day talking about Shades of Grey in the middle of the cube farm. Meanwhile, she gets there early, works late, and brings work home nearly every day. Of course, annoying shitheads distracting for an hour or more everyday with their chatting every day doesn’t help with getting her work done.
Try used CD stores – my favorite has boxes of cassettes in the back that hang out there until someone asks about them.
And congrats on finding the Crowded House/Split Enz stuff. Neil Finn’s a genius, and I hope you can find his “Seven Worlds Collide” live concert with Eddie Vedder, Lisa Germano and Johnny Marr. Oh, and his brother Tim, too (look for the latest Finn Brothers too).
I shouldn’t say this, but it all sounds awesome on CD…
Hey, maybe you and I, who only have cassette decks in the car, should figure out an easy way to patch in our iPods. Is there one? I’m not going to start soldering under the dash…
There used to be a cassette/aux cable combo that patched an external CD player into the car stereo (I used it for years before getting a car that had an actual CD player). I would imagine there’s one for an MP3 player as well..