Hell, at my CU, I got my debit card when I opened a new checking account, a couple of years ago, at the CU.
MOST CUs are better than banks. There are a few CUs that are horrid, though. Sorry you had a horrid one as your first experience.
{Checks}No PM - it’s not me this time. 
She’s replied to the PM, and is aware of the problem, and is (understandably) annoyed about the whole deal. So no, it’s not you. This time. 
Damn arms and damn neck. It’s been oh, about 9 years since I had to take a break to heal up the nerves in my damn extremities. A little stupidity, denial and stubbornness mixed to blow my little carpal tunnel tingles into a 2 year battle with repetitive stress injury originating in my neck. I’m trying not to let that denial piece contribute this time, so I should cut this short.
Damn arms/neck. They don’t even make windows xp/7 drivers for my old foot pedals.
Quit yer whinging and go read a book, right?
I recently had a spammer get into one of my email address accounts…fortunately, they gained access through the service’s website and not my computer, so they were only able to spam five or so addresses. Hopefully that’s the problem (and not some kind of virus or malware).
Phouka is gonna have ta choke a bitch. Problem is, the bitch is the state of California.
Because of my Og-awful health and inability to work with regularity and dependability as well as the stress of being a substitute teacher, I resigned from my district in June. Part of the reason I did this is because it allows me to access my teacher retirement fund, which is otherwise untouchable. So, I did the paperwork and sent in for a refund.
The amount is not large from a “live on this from 67 years old until death”, but it is significantly substantial to me right now when I have no regular income, lots and lots of medical bills, and really need to take some courses to increase my employability in a market other than education. It’s enough for me to get completely caught up, take a full semester course load, put money into savings, and even do one cool thing, like see my brother and friends for Thanksgiving.
Paperwork says “refund will be issued in 4-6 weeks”. After five weeks, I can’t stand the suspense, so I check the website. Retirement account? What retirement account? Slightly freaked, I email the retirement fund guru desk and politely ask WTF? Today, I got my reply.
According to CA state law, the retirement fund cannot issue a refund until six months after my last day of employment with a California school district. Why? I don’t know. Probably because the state fucking hates teachers and wants to punish us at every turn. Maybe they just want to churn up interest for another six months.
I realize they’ve probably had some really whiny people complain that they shouldn’t have been allowed to wipe out their retirement fund on a whim, but Og playing banjo in a eucalyptus tree, that’s their own fault and responsibility, and I say that as a bleeding heart, tree hugging liberal. My decision was hard made. It wasn’t a whim. I know I’m cashing out what is pretty much the only protection I have for my life after retirement. The reason I’m doing it is because if I don’t, there’s a not insignificant chance that I won’t make it to retirement.
I was going to have five and a half months of no financial worries - everything paid for and caught up, a cushion in my savings account, health issues I haven’t been able to address taken care of, hell, even new glasses. I still will, but I had been planning on that starting this week, not early December. Now I have to put in for a deferral on my student loan, cut all my living costs to the bone, and find some manner of work that I can do without imploding into another bout of depression.
Shit, at least I can still get a full refund on tuition.
One of the newsmagazines has decided it’s clever to repeatedly refer to the (former) fugitive Dougherty siblings as “Bonnie and Clydes.” How can no one involved realize the wrongness of this?
On a more personal rant: There’s been road construction going on in front of my house. I know nothing about this type of work, but I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to raise the claw of a steam shovel and slam it into the ground. I got woken up to the damn house shaking for 20 minutes.
Maybe they were trying to scare off the CHUDs before digging up a sewer pipe.
My rescue group is now homeless. I don’t know the details, but the director fired PetCo over dishonesty. (I’m the muscle for the group, I like just showing up to “work” and being told what to do. Its relaxing to not have to make decisions.)
We’ve been there for over 10 years and things have really changed in the last year, but wow.
The critters we have still have their foster homes. We will find a new place, but while we are looking, we are not accepting new critters. This really sucks. Pets are becoming homeless and/or dieing over this.
Speaking of pets, people who get pets then complain about not being able to afford treatment when that pet gets sick or hurt, too frickin’ bad - that’s part of what you signed up for when you got a pet. It makes me even more irritated when the animal getting hurt is your own damned fault because you didn’t look after it properly (yeah, I am thinking of a particular incident). I hope the people involved lose custody of the animal and they don’t get any more until they can afford them.
Oh, fuck you, borderline personality disorder childhood friend and your sociopath stalker ostensibly ‘ex’ boyfriend (who is obsessed with my boyfriend, who can’t reject anyone who attaches themselves to him). How dare you involve me in your dysfunction! I take such pains to live a normal, quiet life, then I let you in for a few weeks out of pity and it fucks me over.
I am so tired of both your shit, it’s been over a year now of the same thing. You really wonder why I haven’t spoken to you in six months, bitch? Seek out my advice, and then tell a crazy criminal I think he’s a crazy criminal? If you hadn’t already fucked up your entire life, I’d be wishing it on you.
I just hope he doesn’t stalk and kill me. Luckily, he’s probably going to prison soon for the latest escapade involving both of them.
I can’t believe she has gotten this much worse since high school. God.
Well, it turns out that Ibuprofen took enough of the edge off that I was able to reach my destination. This night has not been very good so far, though.
Gahh, I hope this thing finally drops out in the next few hours, or minutes.
It’s my mother, I don’t think her navel works as a dial.
Note that she’s had depression (denied by her but eventually recognized and treated by her doctors), Dad had depressions (denied and untreated, but it was always exogenous: once things got better he got better), I almost jumped off a balcony at age 11ish, Middlebro is one of those people who go from the heights of Heaven to the Pit of Despair, one of Mom’s best friends had endogenous depression. Apparently having your “Mrs Important Man” life shattered when he gets fired and being in constant pain from a nerve that’s pinched by your spine is the same as fear of death; having gotten fired at age 48 with a chronically sick wife, a teenaged daughter and two little boys is the same as fear of death; feeling like your breathing is a waste of air is the same as fear of death, and fucked up biochemistry is the same as fear of death.
I lost my temper with my daughter last night. I feel bad about it, but I also feel that I might start yelling again at any minute, and who knows? Maybe she needed a (metaphorical) kick in the ass.
She’s depressed, anorexic, has social and medical problems, and hates her job. I spend all my time trying to fix her problems and lift her up, and at the end of it all, Eeyore says, “Waaaa.” I get the feeling she’s just lying back while we all frantically dance to make her happy, and nothing works. Is she really broken, or is she just spoiled? Whatever the problem is, she’s the only one who can fix it, but I have to keep on trying. I’d just like to see some fucking progress sometime.
Can anyone explain to me how an abdominal and transvaginal ultrasound costs $1,187?! I guess I just didn’t notice the last two times 'cause I’d already hit my deductible for the year.
On the plus side, this has pushed me most of the rest of the way to the end of *this *year’s deductible, so now there’s really no reason for me to not go see that dermatologist.
Absolutely. I bet I’m not the only woman who checked her outgoing emails just to be safe, though! 
Lady. You’re in the type of car I hate (a monstrosity of a blue minivan), the type that tried to run me over in the parking lot at target a few weeks ago because you couldn’t be bothered to check behind you. Or you couldn’t see me, and that’s an even more frightening thing. I had to jump to safety, trying to get my heavy cart and then me out of the way of your backing up bumper. I gave you a pointed look, you glared at me and huffily screeched away.
But, do you have to idle next to me at stop lights, huffing on your cigarette with your open window? You have succeeded. You slowly, but surely, made my car smell like smoke this morning. Gah. I think my hair smells like smoke now too!
Do what my mom does. Bring your old bra as a reference.
Your old, worn, stained, full of wholes bra. Which you carry in a used, crusty looking plastic bag, which is ill-fittingly entitled ‘gorp’ in green magic marker from it’s previous incarnation of peanut and raisin holder during a camping trip many years before.
Which you then shamelessly plop right on the counter in front of all the snooty sales staff (with your daughter beside you). Class act, my family. (This happened in my early twenties, oh the shame I felt when my Mom did this in front of me, so embarrassing. Now it’s just hilarious.)
Why doesn’t anyone know what they’re doing anymore?
Dear Mr. Glass-Replacement-Place-Owner: THREE TIMES I told you on the phone that this was a replacement for a pane of glass on an exterior door. So why this morning does your replacement guy look at it and go “Oh! It’s a door!”? So now, because he brought regular glass instead of safety glass (and I definitely remember you saying something about “laminated safety glass” when you quoted a price, so we may be speaking again very soon) he has to go “find out how much it’s going to cost” and there’s a good possibility that he won’t be able to do it until tomorrow. Well, guess what? I took one of my very few available personal days to be home to let him in TODAY, which was when we scheduled this. If he tries to come out tomorrow, someone other than me is going to have to take time off work, because I a) don’t have the time available and b) am going on actual vacation in 2 1/2 weeks so I CAN’T be off three times in the next two weeks.
If the price jumps appreciably above what he quoted me on the phone Friday, we will be having words again, since I was under the impression the quoted price WAS for safety glass…
Dammit - back to the dentist for another crown. Stupid weak-enamelled teeth. I use the softest toothbrushes I can find, and I still keep brushing my enamel off under the gumline, making the only treatment possible yet another crown. I’ve found a dentist who does crowns using a CAD/CAM process, so they can be done in one visit (if my teeth have enough enamel left for this to be possible), instead of the excruciating two to three weeks with a temporary crown on.
I’ve had a dental exam already this year, though - I might have to wait until January to change dentists (or pay out of pocket). Four months of getting a zing every time something touches that tooth - not looking forward to it.
There are also people who keep kosher. I was deprived of my lamb-burgers with ersatz cheese when I found out the “cheese” had dairy in it. I hadn’t checked the label when I bought it, because why on earth would anyone eat fake cheese unless they were avoiding dairy?
And that help always works for everyone, without intolerable side effects, does it?
He’s lucky there’s help available for being stupid and ignorant.