6606
…This calls for wisdom: let him who hath understanding reckon the neighbor of the beast, for it is a street number. Its number is six hundred and sixty-eight.
I’m so disappointed. I expected today to culminate with a red sky and flames and sulfur and acne and boogers and blood and pus and traffic tie-ups and wailing and gnashing of teeth. Instead I get a letter from my land lord saying he’s raising our rent in July. Some prophesies aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
Phishing for Idiots
So I applied for a new credit card a few weeks ago. I wanted to see if I can maybe transfer the balance on our existing Visa to a new 0% card and pay it off a little faster and lot cheaper. So the other day we get a response that says:
…one of our top priorities is to ensure that the named applicant is in fact the person applying for credit… [Please] provide us with a copy of your most recent documentation for the items noted below:
Proof of residence
photocopy of your social security card
Yeah, right. I understand that anybody can apply for credit in someone else’s name if they get a hold of the other person’s social security number, but asking me to send a copy of the card through the mail? Sure… and I’ll enclose $20 in cash to help speed things along. There’s gotta be a better way to prove that I’m really me.
Yeah… We’re gonna need you to go ahead and come in on Saturday…
So I spent my entire Saturday at work. What I thought might be maybe a half-day’s work turned into a day and a half. Literally. Carrie and Ashley were shopping at the mall and late afternoon they dropped by to see if I was almost done. I was not. Since I had the car and the mall was closing – they were stuck in my office until I was able to leave. Long story short – they watched “Office Space” on the DVD player in my work computer and had a snack of soda and chips from the vending machine before I was finally finished. Just about 8:30pm we headed out to dinner. It was a long day. But I have to admit, I have the coolest boss in the world.
