I'm writing this on a Saturday night. It's been a weekend and I'm wishing for Monday. Let's start with Friday okay.
Broke open like most days, wasn't making the gym so I wasn't rushing. Also food was taken care of. I'd dropped off some menu's for a deli. They used to do the cafeteria where I worked. Nice people and am always willing to print for them. Even when they were in house they never were in a rush and fairly generous to us. When I drop stuff off I'm usually treated to free food. I paid for breakfast. Got a nice shrimp salad sand which for lunch with a Ghiradelli brownie. Also snagged a min apple turnover for my manager, he likes them.
My 70+ co-worker was out so I knew I'd be busy. He hadn't been sounding good on Wednesday, and his wife called and had made him a doctor appointment. Out Thursday and Friday. My other co-worker, the lunatic. Well she called and said she'd be half an hour late, she had some stuff to clear up.
Left the turnover on my managers desk and got to work. About 8:30 she came in with her tale. The following may not make coherent sense, but this is what I deal with on a daily basis.
Enter stage left my co-worker. "I have to go to the bank today so I'm going to leave as soon as my mail run is done this afternoon. Someone hacked into my bank account." This before she took walked to her desk to put her jacket down, she continued, "I ordered something on Amazon a week back and it hasn't arrived yet. A book by someone you don't know, Maureen McCormick, she was an actress." "Yes I know her" I replied, "she played Marcia Brady." I should have shut up but gave a little dig, "I thought you said books were going away." She's been like that since she got a Kindle and declared books obsolete.
Undeterred she continued, "No I still have my Kindle but sometimes I like to have a book. I got it for a good deal, $14.99 plus shipping. That's not the point it shouldn't take like 8 days for it to arrive. I found out it's coming from Madrid." "Anyway when I went to use my debit card it was declined, I shouldn't have used my debit card on Amazon. I was like what the Hell. I used it for clothes shopping. My credit card is good they call me to make sure every purchase I make is mine." Yes these are the facts and just the facts as I retell. "So I need to call Amazon and find out what's going on."
With that she was out of the room and I relaxed. A little later she returned and sat at her computer looking for the number. I recommended she call on her break. Being a solid worker and coming in late, she certainly wasn't going to miss her break.
My manager came in. Was going to be a nice slow day. One of my other co-workers wasn't going to be in. The tale was related to him. Later in the day she reported that Amazon was going to give her a refund. Furthermore that if she still gets the book she wasn't going to return it. With a pretentious look she said "it got lost in the mail" I chided slightly something about stealing.
Well it wasn't her fault, the people in Madrid hacked her account, she thinks. No. Now she's sure of it. She's ordered before from Amazon a few times, maybe 1 time and no problems. This time a problem and it's because of Madrid. You simply can't make this logic up folks.
Also she decided to email the crooks that she reported them to Amazon and say they stole her identity. I'm unsure what the message they sent her back was. I tried to tell her to let Amazon handle it and not contact the people directly. Much less put in an email baseless accusations.
By the end of the day she's decided that when it's all straightened out she's going to sue them. My manager told her that she would need to contact Interpol. No she said, that's the FBI's job.
Oh and I left this out. She banks at one of these 7 day a week banks. Well she claims that when she was there making a fuss. Someone else came said they hacked you too? So now she thinks the whole bank may have been hacked so she's going to change banks too.
Other than that bit of entertainment it was a nice day. The night not so much. Brother in law and sister are fighting. But it's getting on and I've a piece of apple pie that wants attention. Tomorrow.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
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