urrrgggghhh
Nov. 24th, 2007 09:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanWell, my soup came out okay with only minimal bloodshed. (scraped open a finger on a grater) I wasn't thrilled about the way I had to basically abdicate my parenting responsibilities for the whole morning in order to accomplish it, though. Sigh.
Thanksgiving dinner itself was meh. I may post more about it later. Whatever.
Yesterday morning we partook of the traditional morning-after-Thanksgiving brunch at my mom's house. Instead of the traditional waffles, she made oatmeal pancakes which were a big hit. I got to chat a little with some of the elderly relatives, which was nice. Afterward, Ruthie and I crashed hard.
Remember a few days ago when I posted an entry here with the optimistic header of "possibly the last ING Direct update" or some such? Yeah, I should have known better. *roll eyes* Got home yesterday to find in the mail my ING Direct PIN and debit card (in two separate envelopes). Had a suspicious feeling, so I went online to check my Wainwright bank account, and sure enough, not very much to my surprise, discovered that ING had deducted $50 to start my ING account. This despite the fact that, if you recall, the last ING person I spoke to assured me that such a debit would not occur and the account would never be opened, unless I used that PIN to go online and accept the terms and conditions of the account.
So I called up last night (once again hooray for ING's extra-long call hours) and spoke to a guy named Steve who unfortunately bore the brunt of my displeasure. A certain number of four-letter words were spoken by me. In the end Steve assured me that it would be no trouble at all to cancel the account and refund my $50. First he claimed that I needed to activate the PIN, about which I must admit I was and still am highly skeptical, but okay, I did it anyway because what choice did I have? Then he clicky-clicky'd a bit and assured me that the account would be closed and the money would be refunded to my Wainwright account by Wednesday-ish. Uh-huh.
So, I'm certainly not expecting much from that but we shall see I guess. Argh.
I'd type more, but Ruthie is chewing on my fingers so I guess I better go find her some actual food.
Thanksgiving dinner itself was meh. I may post more about it later. Whatever.
Yesterday morning we partook of the traditional morning-after-Thanksgiving brunch at my mom's house. Instead of the traditional waffles, she made oatmeal pancakes which were a big hit. I got to chat a little with some of the elderly relatives, which was nice. Afterward, Ruthie and I crashed hard.
Remember a few days ago when I posted an entry here with the optimistic header of "possibly the last ING Direct update" or some such? Yeah, I should have known better. *roll eyes* Got home yesterday to find in the mail my ING Direct PIN and debit card (in two separate envelopes). Had a suspicious feeling, so I went online to check my Wainwright bank account, and sure enough, not very much to my surprise, discovered that ING had deducted $50 to start my ING account. This despite the fact that, if you recall, the last ING person I spoke to assured me that such a debit would not occur and the account would never be opened, unless I used that PIN to go online and accept the terms and conditions of the account.
So I called up last night (once again hooray for ING's extra-long call hours) and spoke to a guy named Steve who unfortunately bore the brunt of my displeasure. A certain number of four-letter words were spoken by me. In the end Steve assured me that it would be no trouble at all to cancel the account and refund my $50. First he claimed that I needed to activate the PIN, about which I must admit I was and still am highly skeptical, but okay, I did it anyway because what choice did I have? Then he clicky-clicky'd a bit and assured me that the account would be closed and the money would be refunded to my Wainwright account by Wednesday-ish. Uh-huh.
So, I'm certainly not expecting much from that but we shall see I guess. Argh.
I'd type more, but Ruthie is chewing on my fingers so I guess I better go find her some actual food.
