Monday, August 09, 2010

I got duped.

I’m pissed off. I’m mad at the dishonest little piss-ant that duped me, and I’m mad at myself for not figuring out exactly what was going on fast enough to stop it.

I knew something was wrong.  I knew he was up to something, I just wasn’t sure what the angle was.

He must have stolen a pre-paid Visa card from another store.  But since they are no good until they are activated, he had to get it activated somehow.  So he brought it into our Chevron, pretending it was one of ours, to get it activated.  I figured out later that he used the info strip on the package to get the card number sometime between stealing it and bringing it into our store.  At the time, it didn’t even occur to me that the packaging would work just like the card, I figured that since the card was sealed inside the package there wasn’t any way someone could know the card number.  I realized, too late, that the package would have to have all the info, that’s the only way we could activate the card without opening the package.

So he comes in, grabs one of our prepaid phone cards and brings that and the stolen prepaid Visa card up to the counter.  I go over to our little activator machine thing and swipe the package to activate the card.  Both cards are activated and I ring him up.  He swipes his debit card and puts in the PIN number and it’s the wrong one.  He puts it in again, still wrong.  By now I’m sure something is up, I figured that it was a stolen credit card (which it probably was) and figured I’d just catch him when I asked him for his ID.  I look down at the card and saw “Christina”, I didn’t see the last name.  He tries the PIN again, we don’t ask for ID with debit because we’re allowed to assume that if they know the PIN, even if it isn’t their card, they are authorized to use it.  It still doesn’t work.  Before I can suggest he show me his ID and we run it as credit, he mumbles something about his wife’s debit card and tells me he’ll be right back.

Now I’m sure something is up, so I watch as he goes out to his car and get his license plate number before he leaves.  At this point I’m trying to figure out his scam, since he didn’t even try to run the card as credit.  I feel secure that he didn’t get away with anything because, after all, I still have the prepaid cards in my possession.  Yet I still feel like he got away with something so I continue thinking about how he could have.  I even check the package to see if it had been opened and then resealed, can’t see any sign that it was, I pry it open to see that the card is really still in there.  Yup.

By this time it’s been about 20 minutes since he drove off, and even though I didn’t think we could, it occurs to me that I should at least try to void the prepaid cards.  The phone card works.  The $100 prepaid Visa card doesn’t, the machine tells me that there is no transaction to void.  Ohhhh, shit!

I call the manager and tell him what happened.  This was Saturday night.  He says that he’ll call the company to see if the guy got the $100 on Monday, then we’ll look it up on the video and find him.  Monday (today) he called the and found out that the $100 was gone, the guy got it.  We found him on the surveillance and marked the time.  It was later in the afternoon so he said tomorrow he’ll call the Visa company and see exactly where the money went and whether we should call the police or if Visa takes care of this stuff, since this obviously wasn’t the jerk’s first time, he knew what he was doing.  I’ll let ya know what happens.

Well, thanks for listening, venting sure gives me a sense of serenity.  The good thing is that I’m sure this won’t happen again, now that I know it can happen I can prevent it from happening again. 

Friday, August 06, 2010

British English v. American English

Many years ago my older brother lived in England, and on one visit home he brought me this:

Which while in England it refers to a fairly popular dessert, in the U.S. it’s a reason to visit the free clinic.

A couple of weeks ago I was at dinner, a counselor friend of mine was talking about her trip to London that was coming up soon.  She asked what I wanted her to bring me back and I told her about the pudding and that she could bring me another can.  She laughed and said that she would see if she could find it.

When she came back and the group was having dinner again, she told me that she couldn’t find what I asked for.  She also told me that she wasn’t 100% sure I wasn’t setting her up, and she just couldn’t get herself to ask a clerk if they had any Spotted Dick.  She did bring me back this:

Which, according to her, is how you get the other.

 

P.S. – Writer, you know this counselor.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Jeff & Amy

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Alex & Marijke

Monday, August 02, 2010

Back to School, Day 1

I got notice the other day that I got the classroom I asked for at the end of last year.  It’s actually a science room, it’s bigger and the tables the students sit at are bolted down, so there won’t be any chair-migration.  So, it being the first Monday of August, I decided to venture out there and start moving my stuff to my new room.  I got everything moved in, not put away although that’s not going to be a problem.  The new room has tons of bookshelves and locking closets.  The first three pictures are of my new classroom, you see my area and then both sides of the student area from the front of the room.  The last two pictures are of the new room plaques that the district decided we needed.  Apparently the district is having a bad case of everythin’s-gotta-be-the-same, because we didn’t really need them and they are exactly like the ones in the district offices.  Guess they don’t have anything better to spend the money on, which probably was too much because they’re really cheapo, they needed to add screws to hold the sign in.  What they didn’t consider is where they were putting the screw.  Think 13 year-old and then scroll down to the bottom.

Sunday, August 01, 2010

Weird cloud formations at sunset.

I was out and about this evening with my friend Adele, and when we were outside her parents house talking we noticed these clouds and the sunset.  We couldn’t see the sun itself, made me wish I was out at the Great Salt Lake, but I think I still got some nice pictures.

Fencing without a sword.

Between yesterday and today I got the fence put in.  Done.  It took two days because you gotta let the cement dry completely before you start yanking and pushing on the fence getting the boards up.  All in all, it went incredibly smoothly and, you be the judge too, I think it came out looking quite professional. (See second to bottom picture).

Only one thing of note happened.  Yesterday I had the whole frame up, but this morning I had to head down to Home Depot for the fence boards.  I pull up to the cash register with 100 fence boards and the cashier asks me what I’m building.  I tell her that I’m just putting up a fence, and she says that she was half expecting me to say I was building a tree fort.  A tree fort?  Tell me, does that guy in the picture look like the kind of guy who would be playing around in a tree fort?  (Anyone who actually knows me is prohibited from answering that question.  You know that I would, I’m just asking if I look like I would.)  Anyways, I found it kind of amusing and even a compliment. 

But it did get me thinking – where in my yard will I be able to build the tree fort?

This is the official “BEFORE” picture

This is at the end of Stage 1

This is with all the trees and bushes out of the way.

Here you can see the fence’s skeleton.

And the final product, fence wise.  I still have a lot of cleaning up and leveling to do.

And finally, a worthless screw.