Not fun

Remember in the “old” days – let us say about five years ago – when you had a bank/credit card problem and you were unable to call you could send them a message? And a real, live human being would get back to you?

Those days are long gone. There is now the basic assumption that EVERYONE has a smartphone, easy access to the internet AND that they can send/receive text messages. And phone, let us not forget about the phone. My bank even used to have a number that those overseas could call collect.

No more. The AI chat is worthless. You can’t send a message from either the app or the webpage.

Why am I complaining? I am in Australia. For whatever reason, after being away from home for about a month, my travel notification (note – no actual travel locations were requested or could be provided)) fell out of the system. The obvious follow up is that my credit card is dead. The only way I can get it re-established is to call the bank. Remember what I said about having a phone? And using VOIP doesn’t work because they want to TEXT you a code before letting you out of the automated system.

Ugly, ugly do-loop. I have my phone on airplane mode because obviously I can call home over the internet and get messages over iMessage (as long as the other person has iOS of some kind) or WhatsApp. So now I get to turn on my phone and pay the piper…

Stitching, even clowns, is better.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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