Just another Friday
So I have to get it off my mind and I am hoping writing a blog will give me a little relief. So this is probably my fault somehow or the other but I went to check my account balance today to do some bill paying and I entered my banks site and went to check my balance and it was almost $250 less than it was last night when I was in there. And you know I know I have a shopping problem but I really didn’t think I drank enough last night to hop online or drive over to Irving Texas last night to drop $250 at the Walmart.
Especially since I don’t shop nor support the “Walmart” way of life. So I slightly get concerned about this strange turn of events and instantly dial the number of my beloved bank (probably the only number I have memorized), and their offices aren’t open until 9am. Which is okay, I can postpone my freaking out for 20 minutes as I Google this money stealing Walmart only to find out that they have a wifi café and locate random T&E reports out there on the world wide web. This does not calm my nerves so I look and it is 9am and I call the bank and right away I get this angel of a woman Courtney, we will call her, on the phone and granted I am not erratic but I am actually unnerved enough not to make jokes (yes that is possible) and she calmly talks me through my account number, contact information and all that jazz the bank folks need to make sure I am who I say I am, and she emails me while on the phone with the needed paper work and direct numbers to call and puts a freeze on my debit card.
FREEZE ON MY DEBIT CARD! Yes that’s right. I no longer have instant access to my own money, for the next three to four weeks. But heck I would rather the darn thing be frozen then have Mr. Walmart out there buying his kids new dirt bikes and a 12 pack of WD40.
So now I feel like one of the Citibank commercials. You know the ones, little old ladies sitting around with male voices talking about how they stole someone’s credit card and bought new bikes, and make roaring noises. What did someone buy at Walmart? And why did they make two transactions??? I am confused and slightly still in shock.
Lance is in class and I can’t have him talk me down from the debit card twelve story building and this is why you are getting another blog ear full.
UGH. . . but I am still able to make transfers out of my account to say my bills, credit cards etc. So at least I can have access to some sort of cash. Especially since my gas light came on during my drive to the office.
Hopefully this will get wiped clean soon and maybe I will be a little more cautious how I use my card, and be more wary online of purchase or something. It just burns my goat that the charges had to be at a Walmart, I would hope that in the future anyone who decides to steal my credit card information would go to a more attractive location to spend my money. . . .at least they waited until the first of the month, they wouldn’t have gotten very far at the wallie world yesterday . . . rat ba$tard$.
Hopping off the unpleasant early morning soap box.
Especially since I don’t shop nor support the “Walmart” way of life. So I slightly get concerned about this strange turn of events and instantly dial the number of my beloved bank (probably the only number I have memorized), and their offices aren’t open until 9am. Which is okay, I can postpone my freaking out for 20 minutes as I Google this money stealing Walmart only to find out that they have a wifi café and locate random T&E reports out there on the world wide web. This does not calm my nerves so I look and it is 9am and I call the bank and right away I get this angel of a woman Courtney, we will call her, on the phone and granted I am not erratic but I am actually unnerved enough not to make jokes (yes that is possible) and she calmly talks me through my account number, contact information and all that jazz the bank folks need to make sure I am who I say I am, and she emails me while on the phone with the needed paper work and direct numbers to call and puts a freeze on my debit card.
FREEZE ON MY DEBIT CARD! Yes that’s right. I no longer have instant access to my own money, for the next three to four weeks. But heck I would rather the darn thing be frozen then have Mr. Walmart out there buying his kids new dirt bikes and a 12 pack of WD40.
So now I feel like one of the Citibank commercials. You know the ones, little old ladies sitting around with male voices talking about how they stole someone’s credit card and bought new bikes, and make roaring noises. What did someone buy at Walmart? And why did they make two transactions??? I am confused and slightly still in shock.
Lance is in class and I can’t have him talk me down from the debit card twelve story building and this is why you are getting another blog ear full.
UGH. . . but I am still able to make transfers out of my account to say my bills, credit cards etc. So at least I can have access to some sort of cash. Especially since my gas light came on during my drive to the office.
Hopefully this will get wiped clean soon and maybe I will be a little more cautious how I use my card, and be more wary online of purchase or something. It just burns my goat that the charges had to be at a Walmart, I would hope that in the future anyone who decides to steal my credit card information would go to a more attractive location to spend my money. . . .at least they waited until the first of the month, they wouldn’t have gotten very far at the wallie world yesterday . . . rat ba$tard$.
Hopping off the unpleasant early morning soap box.
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6:43 AM
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