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    Corporate Restitution (The ‘Nerd has fun with phone bills)

    I’m getting tired of fighting the good fight. Corporate America keeps screwing up and I’m the one who has to fix it. I’m starting to realize why most folks don’t care–it takes too much time resolve a billing error. Too much stress. Too much hassle.

    I can’t even begin to tell you how much time I wasted with my credit card fiasco a few weeks back. Easily three or four hours. Not too mention all the stress it caused me. And for what? It was a situation that was entirely not my fault.

    Well no more. See, all the corporations have no problem charging us extra here or there because most people don’t notice or care enough to do anything about it. But not me (I only get dicked over by family). I call and complain and get the situation resolved.

    But it doesn’t seem fair. Why should I hafta do this? Why should I have to waste my time to fix your screw up? The companies don’t care about your time–it doesn’t cost them a dime. Well not anymore. An idea came to me this week when T-Mobile screwed up my phone bill: restitution. The way I see it, . . . . .

     

    Fun With Credit Cards!

    Have I been exclamation point heavy lately? I certainly hope nope–I despise the exclamation point. It’s just too damn perky.

    I had yet another problem with my credit card. I know they’re trying to protect me, but isn’t almost getting me evicted good enough? Tonight, I tried to buy something online and my credit card was declined. I know I’ve got plenty of room on the card and this isn’t the first time something like this has happened to me–hell, it’s not the first time this happened to me this week (fine–eight days ago). With all the times my account has been frozen for security purposes, it’s a wonder I can ever purchase anything. Hell, it seems like my card is frozen more often than it’s active.

    I know identity theft is a problem, but I wonder if other folks have the problems I have. I’d say my card gets decline once every couple months for “security purposes.” It’s really starting to piss me off. And it’s not like I can talk to someone to make it stop: the damn computers are doing it.

    But what makes it even more annoying is when I call to get it unfrozen, I . . . . .