To the asshat who installed a skimmer in the bank machine and copied my debit card information:

May you suffer painful festering boils of unknown origin on your buttocks, thighs and hands that will make your life miserable and that not even surgery will cure. May they only vanish after you have served a full sentence in jail for theft.

Lots of hate,

Me

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I found out about this when I logged into my TD Canada Trust account and saw that there was one withdrawl for $800 and another for $200. Apparently after that, someone had attempted to make debit purchases with a copied bank card of mine for about $200 and $150 at other stores in Mississauga, but fortunately TD Canada Trust saw it as a great big warning flag for a person who's generally not a big spender to be taking out this much money in a single day, declined the transactions and put the account on hold.

At the Watermark Irish Pub and Restaurant deathpixie and I were at, I did notice the bank machine was having some difficulty with processing my account information, and I had to take the card out and put it back in. I didn't think much of it at the time because it looked like an older ATM that had seen some wear and tear.

The agent I spoke to was pretty helpful and said I should have my $1000 back within a few business days. I'll have to get down to the bank later today to get a new account in the meantime and I'm going to request a bank card with a chip in it.

I also phoned the Watermark to let them know what happened with their ATM. I kept calm and the manager said they'd put an "out of order" sign on it right away and call the people they get the machines from to get someone in to check it.

I'm still pretty pissed off, but as long as I get my money back, I can deal with it.

I am in a very, very bad mood right now.

I am cramping. I am mildly feverish. I have had a headache all day. And even though I didn't do anything to fuck it up, I get the responsibility of dealing with my family's tech support woes while I'm over visiting.

Linksys' tech support are jerks, and if you've had your router for more than a certain length of time, they want you to pay $39.95 for six months or six calls. Whichever comes first. So fuck them.

Bell Sympatico were the ones that screwed everything up in the first place, but because there was a router involved somewhere along the line in the service......they refuse to help with even basic configuration stuff. They suck.

I looked up configuration stuff on google and attempted it with the correct settings...and my dad's computer is treating the configuration like a web page and saying that I must not be connected to the internet, even though I was just on google and yahoo mail mere seconds ago and was able to go there afterward.



Suffice to say, I am sick of even being awake right now.

...I'm glad I've already eaten dinner because I'm feeling nauseated right now. Not because of any food issue.

I just read about Kenny Glenn and what that sick little fucker and his brother did to two poor cats. (Warning: Link contains upsetting information and a couple of upsetting but non-graphic images, so don't click if you're not prepared to deal with that)

This is the sign of a psychopath in the making. Abusing a cat is horrible enough. Putting it on YOUTUBE indicates that he was proud enough of the act to share it with thousands of people.

Unfortunately, the kid's dad is RICH and his parents are close friends with the local judge. Hopefully, someone will be able to petition for the case being moved to another county on the grounds of bias.


On a more positive note, the two cats are okay and up for adoption at a vetinary hospital.


This kind of stuff upsets me so much. I had to hug my cat for like, 20 minutes after reading this. The site has a lot of contact information up - I am thinking of phoning the DA and expressing my concern about Kenny Glenn's connections and how that might make for a very biased trial that won't see him appropriately punished for his actions.

I believe that not only does that boy deserve time in jail, but he also needs a psychiatric assessment and mandatory counselling. Because holy crap...just the fact that he's done these things and done them more than once is a big blinking warning sign that he'd probably have no problem abusing a child, an elderly person, or a disabled person who wouldn't be able to talk. Forced counselling should be a bare minimum. And hey, his parents are millionaires. They can afford the psychiatric intervention their sons so sorely need - particularly the abusive little psycho. But also the brother who not only stood by and watched, but filmed it.

Okay. So, my PC died. Thankfully, my laptop was fixed and is under warranty for another year. My PC had a hardware failure. I can't tell yet if it was the boot drive or if it was the controller, but given the smell of burnination that was coming from it before I unplugged it and turned it off, I think it was the controller.

This...sucks, but it gets worse. X_X My printer, which is as old as my computer (2001), is not compatible with my laptop. It's too old. So I can't install my printer on here. Which means I'll have to pay to print out my essay at school. Not a big deal for the time being, but I'm going to have to do something about this before September.

*headdesk*

I can't afford a new computer yet. But I will need a printer, and I've been wanting a scanner since I found out my old scanner wasn't compatible with Windows XP. Maybe I'll get one of those all in one versions.

Dear Rogers cable,

Yes, I am aware you have a home phone service. If you'd actually bothered to check my customer file before phoning me, you'd know that I already have it. This has been the third time in two weeks that you have tried to push extra services on me. I am a Rogers customer. I have been for a couple of years. I know what services you offer. If I wanted extra services, I would order them.

Now leave me the hell alone. Especially the door to door Rogers cable salesman who seemed shocked that I didn't want to bother with cable TV. He can go running backwards down my apartment complex stairs with his hands in his back pockets while letting out "whoop whoop whoop" noises, for no other reason than the fact that I'd find it funny.

No love,

Me

I have just learned a valuable but extremely annoying lesson. Okay, so I have been writing a character profile. Since I was visiting my parents' place this weekend to celebrate my brother's birthday, I brought my laptop along and emailed what I'd written so far on my PC to my laptop so that I could work on that profile over the weekend. I wrote upwards of seven paragraphs of detail on that thing.

Guess what? Those seven paragraphs are ALL GONE. Why? Because I didn't remember to save in a proper directory and just let it open up in a temp file. Even saving the file semi-regularly didn't do anything because it was a temp file.

*facepalm*

My only consolation is that I learned this lesson with a character profile and not with an assignment for school.

Dear whomever set off the fire alarm,

The fire alarm is loud, noisy, and it usually takes about half an hour before it shuts off when pulled. I am trying to review for my exam. Consider yourself fortunate that I have no way of telling who pulled the alarm. Otherwise, your ass would be having an unwanted intimate encounter with my steel-toed boot.

No love,

Me

Dear worker at the university,

Please explain how you thought I should have known that I shouldn't be in a particular entranceway/exit that is always publicly accessible at that particular time. Yes, you had pylons. You had pylons that could be seen by people coming into the building, because those doors have glass on them. The doors which I was leaving the building by do NOT have anything of the sort. You also had no sign posted on the doors or any pylons on the other side of the doors that would indicate I shouldn't have been there.

There was no need to get angry at me, and to lecture me after I apologized. Continuing to lecture me after I was leaving just makes you look stupid. People generally do not have X-ray vision, so put up a sign if you don't want people going in that area. Also, stop being a dick. Even your co-workers thought your little diatribe was uncalled for.

Sincerely,

Me

Dear classmates of mine,

What is it about the phrase "5 minute presentations" that you don't get? They are supposed to be five minutes long - 10 if you work in PAIRS. Every single one of you doubled the time your presentations were supposed to take. In the case of the last one of you, a five minute presentation extended to FIFTEEN.

"Brevity is the soul of wit". Please take that expression to heart. Maybe then we can actually PLAY THE FLUTE during flute class.

Sincerely,

Your classmate who is grouchy that she got her presentation prepared, only to not be able to present this week thanks to the lot of you being exceedingly long-winded



@_@ Blah. I get nervous for in-class presentations so I didn't sleep well, and then Peter got it into his head that the concept "misery loves company" made it appropriate to crank music up LOUD at like....7:30-8am in the morning. It was loud enough to wake me while I was wearing EARPLUGS, for crying out loud. Given that I've always kept my music volume exceedingly LOW at night when he has had to get up for an early class....GRAH. MAIM.

For those of you who don't have a lot of sympathy for people who sleep in...I had my alarm set for 9:30. Imagine someone cranking music at about 4:30 in the morning when you have to get up at 6:30 instead - and that someone cranking the music KNOWS you don't have to be up until that time. That's my general level of GRR. Neither my brother or I are morning people, so I have no idea why he'd do something so annoying.

Either way, food and nap FTW.