Monday, October 02, 2006

All Blogs Go to Heaven

I woke up this morning before 9:00 PST. Why? Well, because I had this nagging feeling, call it a hunch, that my new Checking Account at Bank of America was negative $2,114.20. I immediately rolled out of bed (which is just a mattress on the floor right now) and went to my computer. I checked Bank of America's webbsite and my account info. I was only half surprised to learn that my hunch was correct.

I called the stupid fucks in Milford, CT where I started my account. I spoke to a woman named Terry. Terry really had no idea why I would have negative $2,114.20 in my account when there had been no withdrawals. There were multiple holds on my account, however. She said she would call me back after she made some phone calls.

I called my dad and told him the situation, mainly because I needed to vent and the guys were still sleeping here, and Joe was at work. Dad seemed to think that Terry had brushed me off and gone on her lunch break and that we needed to send somebody over there to make sure I get this straightened out. He said that if he went down there he would end up in jail so he'd send my Mom. She knows how to talk to people.

However, Terry called me back pretty quickly and told me she got most of my money back but there were still some holds. I told her, I understand if I have holds on my account since I just opened it and deposited some faily large checks... But how does that amount to negative money and not just zero money? Basically, Terry told me "I have no fucking clue." and that was the end of that.

To add insult to injury, a couple hours later I received some actual mail from Bank of America which read:

We have decided to place a hold on these funds because:
reasonable cause to doubt collectibility

Well, thank you Bank of America, but I have reasonable cause to doubt your fucking competency. Negative $2,114.20? Where did that number even come from? Fuck off.

I just went out on the back deck to find Pat eating a peanut-butter & jelly on a hamburger roll.
I asked him if that was a Hollywood thing. He said it's more like a poverty thing. We're poor.

In the end it's hard to be mad here for too long though, mostly because of this:

Yes, that's the view from our balcony. Much better than this computer screen so I'm gonna go admire that for a while, maybe get some lunch.

My life is better than yours.

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