Great, I'm a fucking idiot
Jan. 21st, 2009 02:38 amI had too much goddamned sugar today, that's my excuse.
I just called Time Warner Cable to FREAK OUT all over the poor guy who answered the phone because I mistook my renewing my magazine subscription for an out-of-sync, over-billing on Time Warner's part. (Which has, to my defense, happened before.) I mean I really, realllllllllllllly flipped the fuck out about this and lectured the guy about how fucking irresponsible Time Warner Cable is. I then didn't wait for them to tell me to go suck eggs (as happened last time) and immediately call my credit card company for info. The guy on that line is super friendly and gives me just that extra bit of info--the word "subscription" in fact--and I start flashing back to some point in this almost blissfully continuous long weekend (I took off today to watch the inauguration; best use of a personal day ever!) to when I realized that my Entertainment Weekly subscription was almost up.
Since I can't call back and apologize in person, you all will be my karmic cleansing and witness my apology: Sorry, Joe! My bad! Egg on my face! I am made of fail! This event proves to me two things: one, holy shit, girl, don't do your goddamned banking so late at fucking night when you're not thinking clearly about anything except sleep (which, due to your massive fail, you will be getting less of--more karmic realignment!); and, two, Science H. Logic, see #1.
I did discover that Time Warner had, for some mysterious reason, dropped my credit card again, as they had done last time. I got to update it. So maybe the panic attack was worth it to correct the billing error that, as debt delayed often does, would surely have come back to bite me in the ass another day had I not fixed it. So perhaps I was destined to find and correct a non-existent error in order to correct a real one. The fact that I received a notice this same evening from my bank telling me that I'm an even bigger dipshit than this little anecdote would indicate contributed to my paranoia in no small way. (Short version of that anecdote: I need to be more careful about amounts when I deposit and make sure I am actually depositing those amounts.)
I just called Time Warner Cable to FREAK OUT all over the poor guy who answered the phone because I mistook my renewing my magazine subscription for an out-of-sync, over-billing on Time Warner's part. (Which has, to my defense, happened before.) I mean I really, realllllllllllllly flipped the fuck out about this and lectured the guy about how fucking irresponsible Time Warner Cable is. I then didn't wait for them to tell me to go suck eggs (as happened last time) and immediately call my credit card company for info. The guy on that line is super friendly and gives me just that extra bit of info--the word "subscription" in fact--and I start flashing back to some point in this almost blissfully continuous long weekend (I took off today to watch the inauguration; best use of a personal day ever!) to when I realized that my Entertainment Weekly subscription was almost up.
Since I can't call back and apologize in person, you all will be my karmic cleansing and witness my apology: Sorry, Joe! My bad! Egg on my face! I am made of fail! This event proves to me two things: one, holy shit, girl, don't do your goddamned banking so late at fucking night when you're not thinking clearly about anything except sleep (which, due to your massive fail, you will be getting less of--more karmic realignment!); and, two, Science H. Logic, see #1.
I did discover that Time Warner had, for some mysterious reason, dropped my credit card again, as they had done last time. I got to update it. So maybe the panic attack was worth it to correct the billing error that, as debt delayed often does, would surely have come back to bite me in the ass another day had I not fixed it. So perhaps I was destined to find and correct a non-existent error in order to correct a real one. The fact that I received a notice this same evening from my bank telling me that I'm an even bigger dipshit than this little anecdote would indicate contributed to my paranoia in no small way. (Short version of that anecdote: I need to be more careful about amounts when I deposit and make sure I am actually depositing those amounts.)
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Date: 2009-01-21 02:37 pm (UTC)Of course, then I found the bill sitting in a pile of mail I'd absent-mindedly moved to the dresser at some point.
If it had been [Fucking] Comcast, I wouldn't have bothered to check if I'd been the dumbass, and just done what you did. It's easy to assume it's their mistake when it always has been in the past.
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Date: 2009-01-21 03:46 pm (UTC)And now I'm wondering if I don't have a utility bill lying around on my desk. Mmm, have to check that out.
But yeah, this had happened once, with almost the same inaccurate amount. I think I need to be more careful about when I charge things. Generally I am, but I just lost track with cleaning and celebrating. Got away from me.
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Date: 2009-01-21 04:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-21 05:00 pm (UTC)Shorter version of above: I am paranoid about auto debits from bank accounts in a way I am not about credit cards because credit cards don't "count" in the same way.
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Date: 2009-01-23 12:22 am (UTC)