Dogman
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Posting this in the Off Topic forum because it's totally off topic from anything photographic. I'm just livid and frustrated this morning. Here's the long sad story, shortened and edited for a family site. Expect typos ahead.
We have a checking account at the bank where our house is mortgaged. We seldom use it for writing checks/debit cards, we just maintain it with money to automatically pay the mortgage every month. Since we don't use the account much, we haven't logged into it to check the balance in...well, a very long time. This morning we wanted to see how much money we had there. It's something people like to know. Money. So I go to log on and I couldn't remember the user name. Luckily I saved that and the password in my phone so I started the process. But wait! The username and password are not enough. Now they must send us a multi digit code to access our account. The problem is the phone numbers they have for texting us are incorrect--one is our old home number and we both now use cell phones and they don't have eith of those numbers. The other is a number neither my wife nor I have ever heard of. Picked out of the cyberspace I guess--not anything to do with us--thank you virtual assistant. So I ask for the code to be sent by email. Easy enough. We have email too...we're really into this tech stuff, you know. So the cyber digits come in the mail. Eventually. They took their time sending them. Snail mail? Really? Glad we weren't in a hurry or anything. Go back to the bank's site to put in the numbers and they've timed out and closed the session. I reopen and go through the process and enter the numbers we were sent but, oh no, they are not valid anymore. They must do it again. So we try again and, yep, again the session closed out before we ever got the freakin' code.
Did ya ever consider that things are getting impossible? Can't get to your own money because it's kept so safely. Can't open the pack of medicine you need to live because it's so securely wrapped. Can't read the instruction book to your TV set because of the safety warnings ("Where's the damn ON switch? The game started five minutes ago!.) And then they intrust us compete bleedin' idiots with three ton missiles called automobiles that have every device imaginable implanted on the dashboard to distract us from driving. Okay, okay. I'm getting off Off Topic.
Oh yeah. While I'm just finishing this overly long meaningless missive, Verizon sent me an email that they've just updated their privacy policy. I'll have to go to their website to read it but first I'll need to be fluent in legalize. And by the time I finish reading the thing, it will be out of date and a new privacy policy will be issued. Just so I'm secure and safe, you know.
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We have a checking account at the bank where our house is mortgaged. We seldom use it for writing checks/debit cards, we just maintain it with money to automatically pay the mortgage every month. Since we don't use the account much, we haven't logged into it to check the balance in...well, a very long time. This morning we wanted to see how much money we had there. It's something people like to know. Money. So I go to log on and I couldn't remember the user name. Luckily I saved that and the password in my phone so I started the process. But wait! The username and password are not enough. Now they must send us a multi digit code to access our account. The problem is the phone numbers they have for texting us are incorrect--one is our old home number and we both now use cell phones and they don't have eith of those numbers. The other is a number neither my wife nor I have ever heard of. Picked out of the cyberspace I guess--not anything to do with us--thank you virtual assistant. So I ask for the code to be sent by email. Easy enough. We have email too...we're really into this tech stuff, you know. So the cyber digits come in the mail. Eventually. They took their time sending them. Snail mail? Really? Glad we weren't in a hurry or anything. Go back to the bank's site to put in the numbers and they've timed out and closed the session. I reopen and go through the process and enter the numbers we were sent but, oh no, they are not valid anymore. They must do it again. So we try again and, yep, again the session closed out before we ever got the freakin' code.
Did ya ever consider that things are getting impossible? Can't get to your own money because it's kept so safely. Can't open the pack of medicine you need to live because it's so securely wrapped. Can't read the instruction book to your TV set because of the safety warnings ("Where's the damn ON switch? The game started five minutes ago!.) And then they intrust us compete bleedin' idiots with three ton missiles called automobiles that have every device imaginable implanted on the dashboard to distract us from driving. Okay, okay. I'm getting off Off Topic.
Oh yeah. While I'm just finishing this overly long meaningless missive, Verizon sent me an email that they've just updated their privacy policy. I'll have to go to their website to read it but first I'll need to be fluent in legalize. And by the time I finish reading the thing, it will be out of date and a new privacy policy will be issued. Just so I'm secure and safe, you know.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!