Yay!

I, quite stupidly, left the card in the ATM.

This happened to me in Vancouver once. The person that next used the bank machine, took it home and tracked me down and called me. I did have to travel across the entire city to get it, and then endure a lecture about being more responsible with my bank card, but I guess it was nice of them.

Yay, Tom! That's very good news.

Yay for Sophia going to the doctor!

The person that next used the bank machine, took it home and tracked me down and called me.

That's amazing. S/he gets a good citizenship award despite the lecture.

Yay!

It's so annoying that you can't just get your card back from out of the machine. One time I put my school ID into an ATM, and couldn't get it back. WTF? It was right there in the machine! Someone opens the machine! They couldn't take out the ID and return it to me? Apparently not.

500 posts to go. Better start coming up with possible thread names in bureaublahblahblah.

I could have got my card back from the machine, I just left it sitting there. I'm just so used to using machines where you swipe your card.

I hear you.

There comes a time when you just have to give yourself a break over little dumb things -- apply the same mercy you'd give to somebody else, who was tired and stressed from a lot of travel, who got distracted and left their card in the machine. It only takes a half-second of inattention to make a mistake like that.

Or as the manager said in That Thing You Do "Nobody died, nobody's going to jail, what are you so upset about, kid?"

I am in customer service hell. Unfortunately, that involves an 85 F apartment. A lot of that hell would have been mitigated if I hadn't been dealing with someone who is utterly incompetent in customer service. I'd be much less annoyed if I'd been able to deal with the maintenance manager directly. The thing is, I *know* it doesn't really make a difference in the outcome who I talked to. But it makes a difference in my attitude.

Needless to say, every morning now includes a stop at the maintenance office. Because I am That Bitch.

Spending most of my weekend in malls to escape the heat and also to try and find some more clothes did not help much either. I've decided that what I currently have is going to have to last until the fucking ruffles and crap-ass thin tshirt shit and (sorry msbelle) all the dang pink departs. Because just ... no.

Yes, I'm back and cranky. Whee.

Sophia, I'm so very sorry to hear what happened.

The person that next used the bank machine, took it home and tracked me down and called me.

Maybe two or three years after my wallet was stolen, my parents got a phone call, asking if somebody with my name lived there. Apparently, the person who had stolen the wallet emptied it from cash, and threw it at some deserted constraction site. Then, a few years later, when construction started there again, one of the workers found my wallet there. Obviously, he had no idea how long it had been. Since my ID was in that wallet as well, he had the address, so he could call the phone company and find the phone number. I was amazed to get that wallet back, after all that time.

Oh, and just the other week, my brother found a cell phone. He charged it, called a few numbers on it in order to track its owner, and returned it. The owner was so glad to get his phone back, he got my brother a present.

AmyLiz! It's so great to post with you after seeing your (very lovely) self in pictures from the F2F.

[Edit:

apply the same mercy you'd give to somebody else

Very good advice.]

sara, feel free to send me an email with the pertinent info. I am happy to make calls on your behalf.

also? you might look at Lands End for non-thin t-shirts. I too, hate ruffles.