Potpourri o' Weekendy Goodness
Busy weekend!
On Friday I checked my bank balance to see if my income tax refund had been deposited yet. Not only had it not, my bank balance actually seemed lower than it should be. Quite a bit lower. A quick check of recent activity revealed that $400 had been withdrawn on Thursday morning. Not by me, it hadn't. Fuckola.
Got the number off my latest bank statement and called the bank. "Oh, there's a note here that you should call the Fraud Prevention Centre right away about your card."
Fraud Prevention informed me that someone had withdrawn $400 from a Royal Bank machine in Montreal at 7 in the morning. They found this suspicious, so they put a freeze on my card. Someone tried to withdraw $800 a few hours later, and was thwarted. The good news, they told me, is that I have fraud insurance, so I will be getting my $401.50 back within seven to ten business days.
Okay, so:
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A while back I reported my brother would be moving in with me On April 10th yesterday. I am happy to report that that did not happen. Instead, I helped him take delivery of new stuff from Sears (washer, dryer, stove, fridge, microwave, dishwasher, and two beds) at his shiny new condo, get said stuff hooked up (except the washer and dryer, because we'll let a technician stack those puppies), and then help offload more stuff from his house into the new condo.
It was about as much fun as it sounds.
Little known fact about my brother, Warren:
when performing, he goes by his stage name of "Bono"
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Today is my parents' 51st wedding anniversary (it is unlikely that we will make as big a deal out of this as we did last year). When I saw them on Friday, mom rather inexpertly finagled a moment alone with me. "I need you to pick up an Anniversary card for your father," she stage whispered. No sweat, ma.
No sooner had mom left the room then dad crept up behind me. "I need you to pick up an Anniversary card for your mother," he whispered. Sure, Dad, no sweat.
Wouldn't it be funny if they both got the same card? Hee.
(They didn't)
EDIT: I just called to wish them a Happy Anniversary and spoke with mom. She thanked me for my efforts on her behalf, and told me what a bee-yoo-tee-ful card my father had got for her. Score!
They're going to Red Lobster for dinner. They've got a coupon.
On Friday I checked my bank balance to see if my income tax refund had been deposited yet. Not only had it not, my bank balance actually seemed lower than it should be. Quite a bit lower. A quick check of recent activity revealed that $400 had been withdrawn on Thursday morning. Not by me, it hadn't. Fuckola.
Got the number off my latest bank statement and called the bank. "Oh, there's a note here that you should call the Fraud Prevention Centre right away about your card."
Fraud Prevention informed me that someone had withdrawn $400 from a Royal Bank machine in Montreal at 7 in the morning. They found this suspicious, so they put a freeze on my card. Someone tried to withdraw $800 a few hours later, and was thwarted. The good news, they told me, is that I have fraud insurance, so I will be getting my $401.50 back within seven to ten business days.
Okay, so:
- Is there a reason why Fraud Prevention didn't call me, as opposed to waiting for me to notice something amiss and calling in? Thank God I checked the balance before I went out shopping, as opposed to standing in front of the cashier with a cart full of groceries and saying "I can't understand why it's not being accepted; I know there's money in the account".
- I have fraud insurance?
- If I didn't have fraud insurance, that money would simply be gone? I have to buy insurance from my bank the institution to which I entrust my money so that it will not be stolen from me so that they will reimburse my money in the instance that they fail to do the one thing I ask of them, i.e. not let my money get stolen?
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A while back I reported my brother would be moving in with me On April 10th yesterday. I am happy to report that that did not happen. Instead, I helped him take delivery of new stuff from Sears (washer, dryer, stove, fridge, microwave, dishwasher, and two beds) at his shiny new condo, get said stuff hooked up (except the washer and dryer, because we'll let a technician stack those puppies), and then help offload more stuff from his house into the new condo.
It was about as much fun as it sounds.
Little known fact about my brother, Warren:
when performing, he goes by his stage name of "Bono"
♣ ♣ ♣
Today is my parents' 51st wedding anniversary (it is unlikely that we will make as big a deal out of this as we did last year). When I saw them on Friday, mom rather inexpertly finagled a moment alone with me. "I need you to pick up an Anniversary card for your father," she stage whispered. No sweat, ma.
No sooner had mom left the room then dad crept up behind me. "I need you to pick up an Anniversary card for your mother," he whispered. Sure, Dad, no sweat.
Wouldn't it be funny if they both got the same card? Hee.
(They didn't)
EDIT: I just called to wish them a Happy Anniversary and spoke with mom. She thanked me for my efforts on her behalf, and told me what a bee-yoo-tee-ful card my father had got for her. Score!
They're going to Red Lobster for dinner. They've got a coupon.