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I. Am going. To kill somebody.
20 years ago
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Okay... So I feel as though a very sick and terrible joke was fucking played on me. Seriously.
Today.
I go into work, and open the store, and have a few extra minutes to myself, so I clean out my purse. I look throught some bank statements, discover an extra charge. For like, 200 bucks. So I start stressing about having to go into the bank on monday and getting it taken care of. But I'm not that mad, right? Just kind of irked.
So I prance out onto the floor with (Amandaaa) and we proceed to be slammed by a HUGE rush that never lets up. Dogs. Everywhere. People with questions. EVERYWHERE.
We run a fucking TIP TOP store, too, let me tell you. Customer service is KEY. We greet EVERYONE, and we always try to go out of our way to answer questions, and pride ourselves in being knowledgeable. Every single person who comes through the door is treated like they're the only customer we have.
So one of these people?
Decided to fucking STEAL my WALLET. OUT. OF. MY. PURSE.
Just the wallet. So that around 1 in the afternoon, when I start gettin' STARVING, I go to get my wallet out, and go "oh holy shit, it's gone!"
So since that's the only thing gone, even thought I KNEW that I had it that fucking morning. I start calling Joey and asking him to look around for it, and shit like that... It's nowhere.
I call my mom, and she comes down with my bills with phone numbers so I can call and cancel:
My debit card.
My Victoria's Secret card.
My fucking credit card.
Guess what?
The credit card was ALREADY used to ring up like 400 bucks.
So I have to call the police, and file a report, and all this other BULLSHIT, just because one fucking fucking fucking ASSHAT CUNT-FACE TWAT-SANDWICH DOUCHE BAG FUCKNUT stood there, asked me FUCKING questions, and acted like a fucking concerned pet owner and then behind my back SNUCK AROUND AND STOLE MY WALLET.
I don't know who it was. I have no idea. Just somebody...
So the bank won't do ANYTHING about it until the charges are no longer pending. Once they're posted, then I can try to "dispute" them. Oh I'll fucking DISPUTE them alright. I am NOT paying for some little rich-kid looking for a few hooligan thrills to go to the FUCKING mall and buy a new FUBU track suit and an Orange Julius. (Mind you, I don't know what they bought, or where, the credit card company won't tell me, It's just my suspisions.)
I work hard to maintain my good credit. I have good credit. I'm responsible, and awesome. And now some dickweed puts all my fucking hard work in Jeopardy? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???
ALSO.
My fucking DRIVERS LICENSE was in there. I was going to go see Hell's Bells tonight. An all-girl AC/DC cover band. At a 21 and over show. Couldn't go. Didn't have ID. THanks again, ASSHAT. THanks for ruining my FUCKING day.
So now Joey's working hard to correct my mood. He bought me strawberry shortcake and I'm nursing a 40 year old Canadian Whiskey. I'm feeling a bit better, but I still have to deal with that DOUBLE CHARGE that originally irked me, and now this whole fucking FIASCO on top of it.
WHAT the HELL kind of douchebag lowlife scumsucking piece of SHIT just steals your goddamned wallet and then goes off to fucking steal shit on YOUR goddamned credit?? I mean... I knew that there were bad fucking people out there and all... But really, where the fuck do you suddenly decide that like... Everyone else is completely worthless? How do you get to be so SELFISH???
If anybody would like to cheer me up, it would be greatly appreciated. *grumble*
Today.
I go into work, and open the store, and have a few extra minutes to myself, so I clean out my purse. I look throught some bank statements, discover an extra charge. For like, 200 bucks. So I start stressing about having to go into the bank on monday and getting it taken care of. But I'm not that mad, right? Just kind of irked.
So I prance out onto the floor with (Amandaaa) and we proceed to be slammed by a HUGE rush that never lets up. Dogs. Everywhere. People with questions. EVERYWHERE.
We run a fucking TIP TOP store, too, let me tell you. Customer service is KEY. We greet EVERYONE, and we always try to go out of our way to answer questions, and pride ourselves in being knowledgeable. Every single person who comes through the door is treated like they're the only customer we have.
So one of these people?
Decided to fucking STEAL my WALLET. OUT. OF. MY. PURSE.
Just the wallet. So that around 1 in the afternoon, when I start gettin' STARVING, I go to get my wallet out, and go "oh holy shit, it's gone!"
So since that's the only thing gone, even thought I KNEW that I had it that fucking morning. I start calling Joey and asking him to look around for it, and shit like that... It's nowhere.
I call my mom, and she comes down with my bills with phone numbers so I can call and cancel:
My debit card.
My Victoria's Secret card.
My fucking credit card.
Guess what?
The credit card was ALREADY used to ring up like 400 bucks.
So I have to call the police, and file a report, and all this other BULLSHIT, just because one fucking fucking fucking ASSHAT CUNT-FACE TWAT-SANDWICH DOUCHE BAG FUCKNUT stood there, asked me FUCKING questions, and acted like a fucking concerned pet owner and then behind my back SNUCK AROUND AND STOLE MY WALLET.
I don't know who it was. I have no idea. Just somebody...
So the bank won't do ANYTHING about it until the charges are no longer pending. Once they're posted, then I can try to "dispute" them. Oh I'll fucking DISPUTE them alright. I am NOT paying for some little rich-kid looking for a few hooligan thrills to go to the FUCKING mall and buy a new FUBU track suit and an Orange Julius. (Mind you, I don't know what they bought, or where, the credit card company won't tell me, It's just my suspisions.)
I work hard to maintain my good credit. I have good credit. I'm responsible, and awesome. And now some dickweed puts all my fucking hard work in Jeopardy? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???
ALSO.
My fucking DRIVERS LICENSE was in there. I was going to go see Hell's Bells tonight. An all-girl AC/DC cover band. At a 21 and over show. Couldn't go. Didn't have ID. THanks again, ASSHAT. THanks for ruining my FUCKING day.
So now Joey's working hard to correct my mood. He bought me strawberry shortcake and I'm nursing a 40 year old Canadian Whiskey. I'm feeling a bit better, but I still have to deal with that DOUBLE CHARGE that originally irked me, and now this whole fucking FIASCO on top of it.
WHAT the HELL kind of douchebag lowlife scumsucking piece of SHIT just steals your goddamned wallet and then goes off to fucking steal shit on YOUR goddamned credit?? I mean... I knew that there were bad fucking people out there and all... But really, where the fuck do you suddenly decide that like... Everyone else is completely worthless? How do you get to be so SELFISH???
If anybody would like to cheer me up, it would be greatly appreciated. *grumble*
Gah, stuff like this is why I hate people, in general. That's just intollerable.
I don't know how heart-warming it can be coming from a stranger, but I REALLY hope that everything gets cleared up for you in the end. I wish I could give you some advice, but I've not had to deal with something like this... All I can offer is my sympathy and a 'good luck.' : /
but honestly i wish they had taken mine insted of yours, i am not an awsome person when it comes to keeping up with bills, all mine are maxed and they companys keep calling me to pay, so if that ass hat had stold mine insted he would be in for a big surpise when he would have attempted to buy shit hee hee ^_^
keep your chin up, just know that who ever did it will be bitch slaped by Karma very soon, and your whole credit card thing will be fixed.
Sounds like you had one shit-filled night back there. I'm sorry to hear it.
If anything, it'll make you appreciate mundane days a bit better. (Or perhaps make you more angry at the world, as it would in my case.)
Good luck on kicking your credit card company in the danglies. I can only imagine how much of a pain in the ass that will be for you, however.
I share the feeling... you have NO idea how I share you your pain!
First, yes, people are evil and only care about thme self! (THe good people we dont notice that much as they dont do anytihng to eritate us)
Second, I'll tell you, things willg et better, it's trouble and it's painful, anoying and disturbing... but there going to hell and, if you are too, maybe they let you torture that person for a eternity or two ^_^
Anyhoe, Breafly, me... here's what happen to me 3 years ago (wow, almsot 4 now)...
The story starts on a wonderfull and sunny summer day. It's the morning and I start moving my stuff from my moms appartment into my truck, I have a new job and it's starting in the afternoon. No friends came to help me after all... but it's ok, got up early and everything is going well. But, almost time for me to go to work, so, lock the truck, cover everything in it (a minivan actuly) with a blue cover, just so people wont see whats inside of it, let it in my mothers privet parking spot (witch need to have a access key to go to)
ANYHOW! I'm good on my time, 10 minutes to take a shower and out the builting and into my... my...Where my Truck?!!? (Oh you saw that coming dint you?)
No more truck (just had the motor rebuilt for 3K)
No more clothes, no more boots, no more Airbrusg kit, 1/2 my Warhammer and painting kits gone. No more motor cross boots that my dad got in the 60's (mad max style, they where cool), No more grampa's spacial tool kit... like, 60% my drawings I had... gone.
Call the police, get to work. Let me tell you, I was a cook for BBQ chikent place St-Hubert... and I was not happy... but I pretend I was... no choice: new work place.
Insurance give me 3K's for my truck (witch was... well... ok I guess) and they actuly repay me for my lost things in it witch was cool of them (And thank god... I had to wear my dad stuff and it smelled weird *shivers*)
The end? HELL no!
Here's the cherry on top:
Because I would actuly prefer get my old stuff back then getting new stuff (or pay back th einsurance), I actuly call the police time to time, I eventualy get a "Yes we have the truck, but it's under investiguation so I cant reclaime it yet, but they will call me when need me to conferm the "Ividance or what not".
So months pass... 9 months later, I get a call from the carlot, with a bill: 3250$ (or soemthing) To get my truck back... with nothing much left in it... the truck banged up like it's been a demolition durby.
I when LOL and walked away...
Is it over? NOoooOOooo.
Like a good boy, I inform my insurence and tell them where "THere" truck is... they Want me to repay them and take back my old truck...
I was mad... pist... anoyed and... well, not happy.
I whent to town, steped int he big office they had and yelled out: "My Name is J.Connolly, Who ever been F*cking me over for the past few months Better run and find his Boss because NOTHING else will save him from sky diving!" (Did I mention i was in my electicien durty stuff, tool belt and everything, with my H-D leather jaket and my Driving cloves... and with a bad shave? well, I was!)
Anyhow... finaly, After bing EXTRA polite and nice to the boss, she actuly fired the morron I was dealing with because this was not his first warning and they toke care of everything.
So at the end, all was well... I was happy with my new car... was sad for my lost, for the trouble...
But dang it I'll be damm if I let Faith walk over me ^_^
SO, all this to say, I feel for you *Bear hug* and dont worry, be happy, chit happens but so dose cake and pie! ^_<