December 17, 2010
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angst!
K, It's been awhile since my last entry. I'm still finding my bearings pulling 12 hours on nights getting stuck on welder 1 (it's just like starting over again), and what's a bit confusing is, at the end of shift, I ask the supervisor if we have to work tomorrow ('cause sometimes we have Fridays off) . yep. then I ask him if "working tomorrow" means coming back in at 6:30pm tonight. yep. he goes on to say how confused he still gets, and he's worked nights forever...sometimes it's hard to even know what day it currently is because of the day change at lunch time. it's most disorienting, but if I simply tune a radio station from the folds of my brain on, and roll with it, it's not a thing. the night shift boss isn't as easily swayed about leaving early. so it looks like I'm in for some long nights for awhile, and here comes a weekend. we have Saturday and Sunday off. do I follow thru this weekends time off as if I'm still on nights? I'd hate to have to throw my body's rhythm off again, then come Monday, struggle to switch back into graveyard mode. I'll get advice from 'across the way Jay', he's worked nights forever. maybe he'll have some tips .
so, I assumed that my telephone was broken, I buy me a new one ($20 cheapo thru Tracfone), borrow Jay's fone to have everything switched over, and the new one gives me the same fits
. so I guess it's not the fone, so much as maybe the service that's fockin' with me. once again, I gotta borrow a fone, and call India
for tech support and see if they can work this new problem out, otherwise, I will dump their service and maybe go back to Vonage (which is pretty much land line only, but they were a good and cheap provider when I had them).all right, betwixt the broken windows in the truck, the stupid busted fone issue, getting used to nights, and Rosie leaving the occasional package on the rug (also trying to adjust to my schedule), I get a call from my banks fraud alert department saying my account is essentially in lock-down because of some unusual activity. great!
I quickly borrow Jay's fone, and find out wassup. seems some guy in Great Britain used my card number twice, for a total of $774. toward what looks like a gambling website
. how the hell did he get my digits?! I'm asked to come into the bank and sign an affidavit of fraud on these transactions, so they can erase them off from my account. meanwhile, they scrap that card number and reissue me a new one. they're nice enough to offer me cash until the new card comes in, but I can survive off from my towing reimbursement, so all is good. I'll rest easier when I see these transactions gone forever. the banker reassures me by adding "the good news is, he only has information about this [now defunct] debit card and knows nothing about your checking account info" (how is she so sure about that?). she also tells me that my Master Card should arrive in the mail come Monday of next week. cool! then I can get rolling on calling around (with a broken fone), and setting up an appointment to get my windows fixed...good gawd, the anxiety of it all. my fridge and pantry are almost completely empty. I'm bringing oatmeal for lunch to work, doing some more oatmeal for supper, then eating at McDonald's for (5:30pm) breakfast. I'll have to make a grocery run this weekend, and buy some "real" food.
what else? oh yeah, I still haven't talked with neighbor Mike to find out why the po-po were there the other day. I'm curious as hell. he does leave me a message about finding a night shift job...that's a good thing. he'll maybe slow his booze funneling down a bit (I know it did for me).
[...] just as I'm writing about him, he comes a knockin', lookin' pretty loaded. seems that job that I was just telling you about, fell through. he arrived to it, then got turned away (for whatever reason). he'll see about more work come Monday. meanwhile, he borrows some DVD s from me. I best write down which ones, to make sure I get them back. let's see. 'the Matrix', 'the Bourne series', 'war of the worlds', and 'avatar'. surprisingly, he hasn't seen any of these
. he better take care of 'em. I lent him my lawnmower gas can and still haven't seen it back, then, for whatever reason, he had my garbage can, and didn't return that (he claims he didn't know, but I find that a bit fishy). dammit! I forgot to get nosey and ask him about the cops. son of a bitchhh! oh well. when (if) he returns the DVD s, I'll catch up with him (yeah, I'll prob'ly forget then too).gots to gets ready for slave work down at the puppy mill/smoke stalag.
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