Category: meh

Less than impressed

I have been trying to close my accounts in a given bank since September 2005. I really thought that it was taken care of. Nope.

Mid-July I received a letter from them including the last letter I wrote them at the end of April. I had been advised at the local bank branch to enclose my credit card (that I had cut in halves, cutting right through the chip) and the blank checks too. So this letter is back. Just my letter, and theirs! Their letter says they could not close my account given that a life insurance account was still linked to it. They instructed that I meet with the local bank branch person. Again?!.

This life insurance account is closed of course. It took me months to close it and numerous phone calls and visits at the local branch of the bank.

I’m already bored writing this post! Let’s wrap it quickly. After sending my last letter, I followed the advice of my new bank and emptied the bank account I’m trying to close (after all the others linked accounts were eventually closed). Given that they just charged me the trimester fee for service (that I have stopped using back in September), my balance is now negative.

I wonder how long it will be till I’m definitely done with them. Also, it would be nice to get a refund of the service fees, all of them for the past 11 months.

paper–

I hate paper. I love books. It’s the one waste of paper that I agree with. But I really dislike paper letters (except for love letters, of course), pamphlets, brochures, junkmail and so on.

In May 2004, I think, I stopped opening my personal mail. It piled. I sorted it by sender or categories. I trashed what was junk every now and then. At the end of the year I moved. I brought my piles of mail with me. I got more mail and I stored it. Later I moved. I brought my piles with me. I sorted again. Every now and then I needed something that had been sent to me. I spent a fair share looking in boxes and piles, or suitcases for that very pile of mail I thought I’d find what I was looking for. I lost documents, naturally.

Since I stopped opening my mail, I have moved 6 or 7 times. My piles always followed me. Piles in a box, more piles bundled in files, others in plastic bags, and of course some piles are in plastic bags that are bundled in files that are in boxes. If only I remembered where these were…

One of these days I will do like I said: find them, open them, sort them, be a good girl. Then, I’ll have to open them as they come.

My company is fortunate I’m a good girl when I treat business mail.

virtual-album system of iPhoto 5

So I upgraded to Tiger a few days ago. It comes with iPhoto 5.

I really regret the disappearance of iPhoto Library/Albums/ 🙁

I searched around and found on a forum that with iPhoto 5, Apple has beefed up the virtual-album system. And adding insult to injury, I read that one doesn’t need to know a thing about the organisation of one’s hard disk to use iPhoto.

Hrmpf.

Oops, they did it again

[This post originally appeared in Dullicious, where I blogged as Barbie-dull for several years.]

I mean ColiPoste. I’ve had to deal with them 3 times in a month and this is the 3rd time they claim they’ve attempted to deliver an item and we were absent. Yeah right.

No notification in the mailbox that they actually attempted to deliver. So maybe this is standard operating procedure.

Or maybe they’re trying to make the world believe that people are never at home.

Slackers!