7/10/2008

300

This, my 300th post, is just to celebrate what a magnificent idiot I am.

I lost my wallet yesterday for the second time in six months. I had to cancel all of my cards and stupidly believed that other than the inconvenience and severe marital strife caused by this event, all was taken care of. I'd forgiven The Dude for displaying his assholishness earlier in the day, and we were starting to pack in preparation for our departure on Saturday. We logged on to check some of our bank details, and realised that of course as we have joint accounts, his credit cards had been frozen too. Fuck.

So now we're headed to the US in 36 hours with only a fistful or two of cash. I phoned the credit card company in desperation, and instead of sympathy I got a woman who could barely speak English (seriously - for a job on a fucking phone?) telling me that I couldn't get a credit card in less than a day. Cheers bitch. I almost started crying, because yes, I am simply that weak.

The Dude has taken to his bed, so disappointed and annoyed with me for being a scatterbrain of epic proportions, and so tomorrow brings yet another dark day. I just feel ill and completely useless. Happy 300th to me.

16 comments:

Kristi said...

That completely sucks. You have my sympathy.

hairyfarmerfamily said...

Arrrghhh. Crap. And more Crap.

What a very shit day. The Dude has a point (Although not about you! The best of us lose wallets. Me, for instance. Last week.): bedtime is generally the best thing about days like that.

Emergency overdraft and travellers cheque thingies might be do-able tomorrow?

statia said...

You deserve the shittiest day award. That suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucks. Can you get travelers checks? Or wait, you call them cheques over there in the Fancy London area don't you? You might have to use your credit card, which sucks, but at least then you'll have cash.

At least you might see me on this trip. It'll make it all worth it.

Waiting Amy said...

Oh my, that does indeed suck the big one. I have no brilliant solutions, only sympathy. Don't beat yourself up too badly, we have all made such mistakes.

I recently read a blogger's post how her husband wanted to store the laptop in the oven as there had been a rash of break-ins in the neighborhood. Then in a rush one night she preheated the oven ... yes with the computer inside. So don't feel bad.

May said...

Oh dear. May I recommend a large glass of wine?

Brigindo said...

Ohhh that hurts. I'm so sorry. I've lost wallets on vacation and I've been stranded in countries with no access to money. Both suck big time. Don't be too hard on yourself and I hope it all works out.

Betty M said...

I have always found tears pretty helpful in these situations. I suggest a trip to your branch with P for added sympathy points and I am sure they can do something. Anyway I feel for you. I hate when this kind of stuff happens.

OvaGirl said...

Oh Pru! I'm sorry, I hope it gets sorted pronto. And 300 is pretty fucking impressive...

DD said...

Would the company be willing to send them overnight to your Mom's? I use the term overnight loosely since we are talking about a credit card company...

And the Dude? He'll get over it as I'm sure he'll pull a no-brainer at some point in the near future. They always do. Example? Last night my husband told me if I was going to post a picture he took on Flickr, that I need to give him credit for it in the description. Guys are pricks sometimes.

Tash said...

Aw shit. Husband recently "lost" his card (we were at an outdoor restaurant, a bad looking storm was quickly approaching -- I have a feeling the card is still in a shirt pocket or got swept out into the river from the floor beneath our table), ordered us new ones, and I never thought twice about it until the nasty phone calls started, and here I had completely spaced that we have automatic bill pay on that particular card for just about everything. I'm still nervous that some part of my life will just quit because I forgot to make a phone call.

So sorry. That bites. Safe travels.

elizasmom said...

Oh, that bites. And yes, you'd think the card company could do something to help you out. You can't be the first people to have this problem. Maybe you can find an English speaker if you call again?

electriclady said...

Oh man, that sucks. Can they send you the replacement cards at your mom's house? That way you just have to have enough cash on hand to make it to the airport and feed yourselves along the way--once you make it to the US I'm assuming Mom can help you out (or at least feed you and give you a ride from the airport) until the cards arrive?

In theory I don't have a problem with outsourcing certain jobs but for customer service they should REALLY have people who are totally fluent in English. I've had that experience calling American Express and getting someone who clearly could only handle reading off the script and it is maddening.

PiquantMolly said...

GAHH. It so very, very sucks. And I'm hoping that you don't have to bring a credit card to the airport to pick up your tickets. Yikes.

rockmama said...

Ack. I am SO sorry this happened to you. It totally sounds like something that would happen to me; i only just found my bankcard last week after 2 weeks of absence- it was at the cinema. :P

Fingers crossed for you that it doesn't complicate your travel plans too much!

Sizzle said...

Oh no! That is incredibly craptastic. I'll be hoping for a miracle.

Helen said...

I knew it. We're married to the same guy. You're the one Angus keeps referring to as Wife #1, which always pisses me off. I know this because Angus always gets assholey about things like me being inept and making mistakes and such.

So I got your back. I'm here and totally relate on levels that make me feel slightly stalker-y.

Of course, you haven't seen stalker yet, especially since I've twigged you're the one he refers to as #1. Now we can hunt down Wife #3 together.