Thursday, April 26, 2001

I need to start upping the frequency of my updates here.

Thought of the day: National City Bank is the spawn of the devil. Okay, perhaps not the devil's actual offspring, but at least his preferred banking institution.

Months ago, when I was having problems with my checking account, I shut down the account. I tried to call their national customer service phone number to get some assistance. After endless hours of waiting on hold, I talked to an ever-so-helpful customer service rep who told me that it was all my fault and he was sure I was mistaken about the errors in my account and that I should go and review my bank statements if I haven't already. It takes a lot to irk me, but that did it.

So after talking to that fine gentleman, I cancelled my checking account, but I left my savings account open because I was anticipating a deposit that I didn't want to miss. The total in that account should have been around sixty dollars.

And so today, I went to withdraw my money and cancel my account. Instead of putting sixty bucks into my pocket, I ended up dishing out $1.19. What happened to my money? Seems that some dollar-fifty finance charge for my account triggered a fifty dollar cash advance, that has been steadily accruing interest until my debt exceeded my funds. Why wasn't the dollar-fifty simply subtracted from my available funds? "We don't know exactly why they do some of the things they do."

Irked again. Grr.

Wednesday, April 18, 2001

For Easter I went to Duluth. I really like that town. Matt's family is from out there, so we went there to get ourselves some good home cooking. We spent some time running around at Gooseberry Falls, up the north shore from the city. Beautiful weather, rushing waters, very peaceful.

I'm going to go back to sleep now. Fighting off the flu, or something...

Wednesday, April 11, 2001

I no longer like my job. I still like the people, and the responsibilities the position entails, but I don't like the mechanics of shutting down. The constant explanations to customers. The constant "What are you going to do now?" The constant response of "I don't know."

I wish they would all stop taking it personally.

Tuesday, April 10, 2001

I give up. BlogSpot it is, at least for the moment.

Today I am thinking about looking for a job. I am in the midst of an involuntary career change. I still have a full-time job, but my company is closing its US operations. I've been spending a lot of time recently updating my resume. Truthfully, I don't know why I'm playing with this blog instead. I have cover letters to write. Unfortunately, I can only write so much without going batty. I find myself getting stuck directly after "Dear Sirs:". Perhaps I need to rethink my heading.

The worst is waiting for them to call. Or email. Or whatever. I have one position I have applied for that I desperately want. They received my resume on Friday... they should call any day right? I hate job hunting.
I'm currently trying to escape from BlogSpot. I'm sure it's a fabulous service, but I'm looking for a little more freedom. My issue is that my alternative as far as web space hosting is AOL (yes, yes I know. It's free, so I manage)... and as I have discovered, Blogger and AOL do not harmonize. Off I go looking for a new web home...
It looks like I've gone live. Welcome to the fledgling experiment I've temporarily titled Vignette. We'll see where this one goes.
testing, testing, 1, 2, 3....