It's not like I have a choice in the matter. If I could get a job which allowed me to save up money for rainy days I'd have it. However, I don't have that luxury, and on top of having a low paying job I have medical bills, food, and rent that takes a fair amount of what I earn.
The account number on the written receipt was correct, the teller incorrectly entered that number into the computer, and since the last four numbers were the same, the computer printed reciept had information that seemed accurate.
I recently got an overdraft notice on my bank account, four days after depositing my paycheck, in the branch with a teller. After several days of wrangling with their phone customer service and various managers at the bank I finally found out what had gone wrong: the teller had entered the wrong account number into the computer and someone recieved my money in their account. After several more forms and a couple hours of waiting around in the bank they finally got me my money back, but this was after being without cash or check-card for a week. All this because someone, whos job is to be exact, typoed.
I'm sure if this had been their money they would've gotten it back in less than 7 days, and levied some hefty time and inconvenience charges.
This really seems to me like it could be used in a plethora of really obnoxious ways. I live in San Francisco and we have enough people walking around talking loudly into their cellphones and typing out SMS with their key-tones set on "LOUD AS FREAKIN' POSSIBLE" so I'm sure that very soon I will see two pre-teens standing on opposite street cornors waving "OMG BILLY LOOKED AT ME IN MATH CLASS" and "OMG HE 3 3 3s U" to eachother... I guess it will give people more fodder for The Chronicle's Public Evesdropping section, though.
"Who Wants to Marry a Simulated Millionare?" 30 women vie for the affection of a digital man who may or may have a million dollars, or 5 neighbors walled up in the bathroom.
My frist memory is of the 14 inning game between the New York Mets and the Houston Astros in the 1986 NLCS, then my second memory is of "Buckner, through the legs, Mets Win" that made me a Mets fan, for life, which also made me screwed, for life.
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It's not like I have a choice in the matter. If I could get a job which allowed me to save up money for rainy days I'd have it. However, I don't have that luxury, and on top of having a low paying job I have medical bills, food, and rent that takes a fair amount of what I earn.
The account number on the written receipt was correct, the teller incorrectly entered that number into the computer, and since the last four numbers were the same, the computer printed reciept had information that seemed accurate.
I recently got an overdraft notice on my bank account, four days after depositing my paycheck, in the branch with a teller. After several days of wrangling with their phone customer service and various managers at the bank I finally found out what had gone wrong: the teller had entered the wrong account number into the computer and someone recieved my money in their account. After several more forms and a couple hours of waiting around in the bank they finally got me my money back, but this was after being without cash or check-card for a week. All this because someone, whos job is to be exact, typoed.
I'm sure if this had been their money they would've gotten it back in less than 7 days, and levied some hefty time and inconvenience charges.
This really seems to me like it could be used in a plethora of really obnoxious ways. I live in San Francisco and we have enough people walking around talking loudly into their cellphones and typing out SMS with their key-tones set on "LOUD AS FREAKIN' POSSIBLE" so I'm sure that very soon I will see two pre-teens standing on opposite street cornors waving "OMG BILLY LOOKED AT ME IN MATH CLASS" and "OMG HE 3 3 3s U" to eachother... I guess it will give people more fodder for The Chronicle's Public Evesdropping section, though.
...but I'm getting really tired of April Fools already.
And cancel it after five episodes...
"Who Wants to Marry a Simulated Millionare?" 30 women vie for the affection of a digital man who may or may have a million dollars, or 5 neighbors walled up in the bathroom.
My frist memory is of the 14 inning game between the New York Mets and the Houston Astros in the 1986 NLCS, then my second memory is of "Buckner, through the legs, Mets Win" that made me a Mets fan, for life, which also made me screwed, for life.
The cost of CD's can't be that great if AOL can send me those goddamned "700 Free Hours" promotions every week.