The worst thing about making a big deal about other people posting on my day is that if I forget, don’t care, or just suck, everyone is going to know and call me a hypocrite. I can’t have that, now can I?
So, I have a problem with these guys. Wells Fargo. I guess it’s not totally their fault, but they are the ones I have to deal with to get it fixed, so they will be the ones who feel the wrath of my razor-sharp wit in the form of thinly-veiled passive-aggressive comments when I go see them this afternoon. Maybe something about how my identity would be safer with a bank that uses real armored cars, rather than 19th century stagecoaches.
It all started when somebody stole my Identity. I didn’t notice anything was wrong until I started talking like a 17 year old valley girl and kept telling everyone about all the ridiculous shit I was buying with some dumb kid’s money. Suprisingly, after several phone calls and some business reply mail questionnaires I got all the money back and everything, but still hadn’t gotten my new card in the mail.
This brings up another problem, which is how Wells Fargo doesn’t allow P.O. Boxes as your main address and I live in a podunk mountain town with no at-home mail delivery. Put them together and I have to trick the bank into sending me stuff to a box by using a 9-digit zip code (which is sometimes, but not always rejected, resulting in a 5 dollar fine from the bank for a returned statement). So they send the card to my “local” branch (30 min away) and I eventually get it last week.
NOW the PIN doesn’t work so I can’t use an ATM and I can’t order anything online because the computer is now convinced that my billing address is in a bank branch instead of my house. GRRRRRRRR. I hate banks and/or identity thieves.
I’m going to go make some soup.








on October 1st, 2007 at 4:58 pm #
Not when it’s topped with POISON!