Friday, April 28, 2006

This is what I get for being so uptight about "ATM Machines"

I recently switched banks, and I'm generally quite happy with the move, but I think the new bank is the last one in New York City, if not the world, whose ATMs take your card and don't return it until the very end of the transaction, after dispensing the money and receipt. I'm used to dipping or swiping these days, or at least to getting the card back before the money, which is a nice safety measure.

You see where this is going, don't you? Last night I left the ATM without my card. And I'm not really blaming the machine or the bank for that; I should have been more careful. But here's where my hatred of people rears its ugly head. I was rushing in the first place because there was a line behind me. So I stepped aside as soon as I got my receipt to let the next person use the machine, and then I stood in the very small ATM vestibule putting my money in my wallet and getting myself together. Surely in this time the next person in line would have discovered my card, which probably popped out as soon as I turned by back? I had my headphones on, but I feel safe assuming no one said anything, since in such a situation one of the 5 people in the 7-by-7-foot room would surely have gotten my attention. Worse yet, the bank was still open, so you'd think whoever found it would at least turn it in? Nope. When I went there today they had nothing.

Now, I say all this actually assuming that the card was not stolen and used nefariously. If anyone used it like a credit card (which they'd have to, since they wouldn't know my PIN), it's possible those transactions won't show up in the computer for a few days. But for now the last withdrawal appears to be the one I made myself last night. The card's been cancelled and a new one's on the way, and there's nothing else I can do unless/until bad charges actually show up on the account. Until then, I'm just going to assume the card is lost, not stolen, and retain some faith in humanity.

Lord knows why.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

First bird flu, now this

I'm long overdue for a real post, I know, but in the meantime read someone even more nitpicky than me I.

Sunday, April 23, 2006


Does anyone else find it odd that Kentucky Fried Chicken is using "Sweet Home Alabama" in their commercials?

Think about it.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Of course you realize this means war

Okay, Desperate Housewives writers, you're already on my list over the whole "For God sakes" thing (to say nothing of the whole "there are 5 separate story lines on this show now and only 2 of them are interesting" thing), and now you've made the always-perfect Kathryn Joosten say "Fudgicle." What is wrong with you people??

Okay, I can admit it, something is wrong with me. I know it's entirely irrational, but it's one of those things, like "ATM machine" and "PIN number" that makes me completely crazy. "Fudgicle" is like nails on a chalkboard to me (and actually, nails on a chalkboard don't bother me much.)

The word is Fudgsicle, people. With an S. Just like Popsicle and Creamsicle. No one says "Popicle," do they? Not that I know of. Why is this so hard?

And for fuck's sake, why did Paul just say "For God sakes"?????

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Why do they taunt me???


The new Midtown Apple Store has been under construction forever. It's been buzzed and blogged about for at least a year now, and under construction for nearly as long. Everyone knows it's going to be under the plaza of the GM buliding, and inside that black box is a glass cube that will be the entrance. But the only official word on it from Apple is the job listings for store staff on their website, and they don't list start dates. I mean, it's not like I need to shop at Apple on a terribly regular basis, but every once in a while I have to go searching for, say, a new iPod remote and it would be so much more convenient than schlepping down to Soho. More to the point, they tend to give stuff away when they open new stores, and if it doesn't happen until I've left town for the summer I'm going to scream.


Thursday, April 06, 2006

I hate everybody.

Everything always breaks down at once. A month or two ago, my old DVD player died. Unfazed, we moved Boy's old DVD player – which we never use – from the bedroom to the living room. And two weeks later, that crapped out too.

No big deal, really. We ordered a sexy new one, and it shows how long I'd had the old one that my initial response was "Wow, DVD players are so cheap now!" In the meantime, we can watch DVDs on the PS2, and hook a laptop up to the TV easily enough.

So the other night we came home and there was a box from Amazon outside our apartment door. An empty box. Someone we don't know – a neighbor or a building employee, who knows? – had apparently signed for the package, then, rather than keep it and leave us a note, had left it at our door. Honestly, this doesn't seem like such a terrible thing to do; we've had things left for us before and I've never heard of any sort of crime in the building. And yet, someone had opened our package right up and taken our new toy right out.

I guess I'd built up my customer service karma though. I immediately called UPS and a lovely woman took a report of the incident, asked me to hang on to the remaining packaging for a few days just in case someone needed to come by and look at it ("but they probably won't") then told me to call Amazon. Amazon apparently outsources the overnight shift to India, and I actually sort of preferred the cranky women from the other day to the one who was essentially reading off a script. When she tried to end the call with "Thank you for shopping at and have a good day," I replied, "Thanks for your help, have a good night." I guess she'd expected me to just hang up, because there was a pause and then she said, "Thank you for shopping at and have a good day" again, with a slightly confused inflection. Oh well, she was efficient, and with hardly any questions asked had placed a new order for a replacement DVD player to be sent, free of charge. It was in my account online right away, and I immediately went in and changed the address to have it shipped to work.

So it all worked out pretty much okay. I'm a little shocked at how well it all seemed to go, actually.

But I still hate everybody, just on principle.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Um, it's April 5...

...what the hell is THIS about??