12 hours to liftoff, leak discovered in #8 internet pump
Some despicable creature used my (just re-created!) debit card number to buy $700 of whatever at a goddamn Wal-Mart in Morgan Hill, CA, causing the number to go dead just before I go overseas for two weeks.
This has resulted in yakety-sax with harmonizing sad trombone for the last two hours, including a conversation with my bank about Japanese addresses, two disconnections at critical parts of a discussion with them, a number of deadlines and minimum service times just exactly out of reach, use of the entire week's supply of foul language, and a thing where I bumped my elbow on the door.
Rays of sunshine: my bank caught it and I'm not paying for this troglodyte's Wal-Martery; I actually have money, it's just going to be a bit harder to get at; I'm going to Japan, dammit.
That war on bank fraud? We're not winning!