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You've always seemed caffeinated to me. Kind of Mountain Dew on steroids-ish.My writing partner (who is frequently at the mercy of my 'energetic' personality) this morning...
"You seem...caffeinated."
You've always seemed caffeinated to me. Kind of Mountain Dew on steroids-ish.
(I really like Mountain Dew. It's all I drink when I'm at the casino. )
You've always seemed caffeinated to me. Kind of Mountain Dew on steroids-ish.
(I really like Mountain Dew. It's all I drink when I'm at the casino. )
Mountain Dew Kode Red?
Seeing your new Av.Have you ever noticed how much self-discipline is required to develop self-discipline?
LOL.
Related: In our correspondences with our new editor "N", my writing partner and I have been up to our usual frivolity. In one email I made the comment that N should not believe a single word my partner says about me. Partner immediately wrote back to N:
"K is the calmest most laid back person you will ever meet. I often suggest she up her caffeine intake. You'll hardly ever hear from her."
The beginning of this belongs in the "What pissed you off today?" thread, but the end belongs here, so that's where I'm putting it.
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I marched my happy ass out to my truck and drove straight to the local credit union and opened an account. No fees, no bullshit, AND it's a small, locally-owned place.
You can kiss my fat, white redneck ass, corporate banks.
#OccupyBunny'sTown?
The beginning of this belongs in the "What pissed you off today?" thread, but the end belongs here, so that's where I'm putting it.
Today, I woke up and checked my bank account balance, which I do every day because I am a paranoid, suspicious bitch. The bank had taken a $10.95 service fee out. According to their own policies, if you don't have at least $300 worth of direct deposits per month, they can levy this (idiotic) fee.
So I go down through the monthly statement, tallying up direct deposits. (Most of my customers pay me in either checks or through PayPal, so I wasn't sure if I had the $300 in direct deposit or not.) It turned out that I had a good bit more than $300 direct-deposited into my account, so I called the bank.
The outsourced call center clearly didn't want to deal with me and told me to go to a branch. At this point, I'm very annoyed because of the wrongly levied fee, another $3 "paper statement fee" I'd been levied the day before (despite the fact that customers weren't told beforehand about the "paper statement fee" and weren't given the option to opt out, which I would have because I don't need the damn things, anyway), and the fact that I'd been blown off by the guy in Bumfuckistan on the phone.
I went down to the bank and was told by some bored old lady who also clearly didn't want to deal with me that the direct deposit threshold of $300 meant that you had to have a single direct deposit of at least $300, rather than having the total of all your direct deposits be $300. This is completely contrary to what I was told when they instated this whole monthly fee business to start with.
So I casually asked when that had changed, and she told me it'd always been that way. I told her that I'd specifically asked the people in the customer service department when they started charging the fees if the $300 threshold meant $300 worth of TOTAL deposits of at least one SINGLE $300 deposit and was told that it was the total of all deposits. She told me again that it'd always been that way.
"So someone is lying to me, then?" I asked.
She just repeated that it'd always been that way.
"I have no desire to stand here and argue with you," I said. "I'd like to close the account."
She hemmed and hawed and tried to avoid doing it. She told me that I had to cancel all my direct deposits before she could do it, blah, blah, blah.
"Consider them canceled," I said.
She kept on hemming and hawing.
I looked at her and said, "I want that account closed before I leave here. I'm willing to wait." I leaned back and crossed my arms over my chest.
The other teller there was watching the proceedings. At this point, she looked hard at me and, apparently realizing that yes, this bitch is crazy enough to camp out in the lobby until we give her her money, told the other woman to close the account.
Ten minutes later, after the old lady had fucked around for as long as she could, she gave me my money.
"Thank you," I said, wearing the crazy bitch smile. "I'm so glad I found out how you treat your customers here because I was within a couple of weeks of opening a small business account with you. Now I'm thrilled that I don't have to."
I spun on my heel and walked out.
I marched my happy ass out to my truck and drove straight to the local credit union and opened an account. No fees, no bullshit, AND it's a small, locally-owned place.
You can kiss my fat, white redneck ass, corporate banks.
#OccupyBunny'sTown?
whoop whoopThe beginning of this belongs in the "What pissed you off today?" thread, but the end belongs here, so that's where I'm putting it.
Today, I woke up and checked my bank account balance, which I do every day because I am a paranoid, suspicious bitch. The bank had taken a $10.95 service fee out. According to their own policies, if you don't have at least $300 worth of direct deposits per month, they can levy this (idiotic) fee.
So I go down through the monthly statement, tallying up direct deposits. (Most of my customers pay me in either checks or through PayPal, so I wasn't sure if I had the $300 in direct deposit or not.) It turned out that I had a good bit more than $300 direct-deposited into my account, so I called the bank.
The outsourced call center clearly didn't want to deal with me and told me to go to a branch. At this point, I'm very annoyed because of the wrongly levied fee, another $3 "paper statement fee" I'd been levied the day before (despite the fact that customers weren't told beforehand about the "paper statement fee" and weren't given the option to opt out, which I would have because I don't need the damn things, anyway), and the fact that I'd been blown off by the guy in Bumfuckistan on the phone.
I went down to the bank and was told by some bored old lady who also clearly didn't want to deal with me that the direct deposit threshold of $300 meant that you had to have a single direct deposit of at least $300, rather than having the total of all your direct deposits be $300. This is completely contrary to what I was told when they instated this whole monthly fee business to start with.
So I casually asked when that had changed, and she told me it'd always been that way. I told her that I'd specifically asked the people in the customer service department when they started charging the fees if the $300 threshold meant $300 worth of TOTAL deposits of at least one SINGLE $300 deposit and was told that it was the total of all deposits. She told me again that it'd always been that way.
"So someone is lying to me, then?" I asked.
She just repeated that it'd always been that way.
"I have no desire to stand here and argue with you," I said. "I'd like to close the account."
She hemmed and hawed and tried to avoid doing it. She told me that I had to cancel all my direct deposits before she could do it, blah, blah, blah.
"Consider them canceled," I said.
She kept on hemming and hawing.
I looked at her and said, "I want that account closed before I leave here. I'm willing to wait." I leaned back and crossed my arms over my chest.
The other teller there was watching the proceedings. At this point, she looked hard at me and, apparently realizing that yes, this bitch is crazy enough to camp out in the lobby until we give her her money, told the other woman to close the account.
Ten minutes later, after the old lady had fucked around for as long as she could, she gave me my money.
"Thank you," I said, wearing the crazy bitch smile. "I'm so glad I found out how you treat your customers here because I was within a couple of weeks of opening a small business account with you. Now I'm thrilled that I don't have to."
I spun on my heel and walked out.
I marched my happy ass out to my truck and drove straight to the local credit union and opened an account. No fees, no bullshit, AND it's a small, locally-owned place.
You can kiss my fat, white redneck ass, corporate banks.
#OccupyBunny'sTown?
The beginning of this belongs in the "What pissed you off today?" thread, but the end belongs here, so that's where I'm putting it...
Oh, yeeeeeeeeeeeah. You NEED caffeine, and something to DO with your life.
Heh.
If I remember correctly, there was a small scandal (I think it was on 60 minutes) that showed some baby clothes and/or bed clothes were VERY flammable once ignited. So, it wasn't long before the flame retardant variety came around. I don't think the retardant was checked out by any health agency for leeching into sleeping kid's skin. Thank God I was old enough by then that I was sleeping in the buff.Why would you need flame resistant pajamas?
Was catching fire in their sleep a big problem for many people in 1975?
There's a commercial on TV, sort of a PSA about drugs and the Mom is in denial the tag like is "denial is a drug"
I jokingly gave my son an accusing eye and he said "I'm snorting indifference"
My relationship is going really, really well. In a week's time we'll have been together three years. I think this is going to be long-term. This makes me smile.
I am considering taking up speed macrame in my spare two minutes per day.
My relationship is going really, really well. In a week's time we'll have been together three years. I think this is going to be long-term. This makes me smile.
If I remember correctly, there was a small scandal (I think it was on 60 minutes) that showed some baby clothes and/or bed clothes were VERY flammable once ignited. So, it wasn't long before the flame retardant variety came around. I don't think the retardant was checked out by any health agency for leeching into sleeping kid's skin. Thank God I was old enough by then that I was sleeping in the buff.
So, as I smile and tear up a little I want to take a moment to wish all of you a Happy New Year. Y'all are awesome. Truly. I have a a feeling that 2012 is going to be a hell of a ride.