Monthly Archives: July 2011

“by the way, I’m really disappointed in you”

Finally, someone actually noticed that I haven’t been posting on a regular basis — not really on any basis, at that. I thought I might just disappear and the world would go on as before because, after all, who the hell is reading this anyway?

Nothing exciting going on. The sky is blue, the clouds are puffy and white, a bit too hot but not in my backyard. My flowers are always thirsty — just not enough rain. I have a few soaker hoses snaking through the garden beds but I could use a few more. My lawn is burnt but when the rain comes, I know it will spring to life, not so sure that’s the case with my flowers.

Went to Maximus for a haircut the other day. Tommy cut it very short. I like it short, until the grays start showing (tomorrow.) Went to Nancy’s the next day for color. I walk in and she looks at the back of my head and says, “You’re almost there, why not go all gray or at least blonde?

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH, did she really say that? “What are you crazy!!!! No way, not gray and not blonde either . . . hit me up with dark brown and lots of it!” And so my hair is short and dark brown. Yes, feeling good about that.

Met Carol for lunch today . . . catching up on all the gossip. We ate and chatted for 2 hours. Sorry, nothing to report. Think it’s time to open up a bottle of wine.

I really don’t know who you are anymore.

Thank you, Hannah, for noticing.

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twitter twitter sallymaxwell

I’ve spent the last 2 days thinking of what to write for my first twitter. (Is that correct — my first twit, twitter, tweet?)

I lost interest in Facebook a while back. It seems like a bunch of kinda private conversations gone wild and whether or not I care to read them doesn’t matter, they are posted on my wall every day. I’ve been unfriended by a few people. I get these threatening messages — respond or I am done with you! Well, I guess everyone else, if anyone, of my Facebook friends reading this will probably dump me now.

I started thinking of the reason I don’t mind posting and blabbing away on my blog and I know I’ve mentioned this before. It’s because you come to me and if you don’t want to read my post then you don’t have to. I could be writing this and nobody is reading it . . . well, maybe just a few friends and family that I quiz on a weekly basis. Yes, guilt is effective!

So why not twitter? All I have to do is come up with one, yes, just one, witty, cute, mind-boggling, eye-opening, brilliant . . . quote that people will repeat over and over again and remember for . . . sorry, getting carried away — just a simple sentence or two will do!

The idea to twitter came to me this weekend when Rachel sent me a text. I read it to Drew and he said, “Tell her she should twitter that.” So I wrote back, “Dad said you should twitter that.” And she responded, “I already did, before I wrote you.” Later that night I asked Rachel how can I access her twits and she told me I needed an account. And so a twit was born.

Now sallymaxwell can follow lucytheskunk!

The following took place before this was posted:

txt to rachel:  “Am I allowed to mention licht Eskimo on my blog?

she to me:  “No. Licht Eskimo is off limits.”

me to she:  “I hate autocorrect. (I meant) lucytheskunk.”

she to me: “Fine

me to she: “Yay. Don’t worry your little tush. I only have one follower and it is YOU!

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Experts say that it takes 21 days to create a habit

Well, I really thought I had this one wrapped up. But I have proved the experts wrong. After 6 months of writing on my blog every day I am quickly falling apart. Is it the heat? I don’t think so. Am I spending too much time vacuuming? Nope, pretty sure it’s not that. So what has rocked my world so much that I have let this habit of 6 months fall to the wayside?

And the answer is: My iPhone. Who needs a computer when I can check my emails and download a million apps to get me through the days of my life? Last week I downloaded because I thought I would like to post from my iPhone. So I downloaded the app and I attempt to sign in to my the account. I need my password. And, as usual, I don’t remember it so I have a temporary one sent to my Gmail. And then I sign in to the account on my iPhone — not so easy to type a whole post. But the most annoying part is that when I go back to my computer I am logged out of my account. So, once again, I have to request a new password. Why make it easy on myself? I always choose a password I am sure I will remember. Yeah, right!

Finished The Psychopath Test the other day.  So I’m pretty sure I’m not a psychopath. Oh wait a minute, according to the book — if you are reading the book and think that you might be a psychopath then you aren’t one. But what does it mean when you know you’re not a psychopath. Started reading A Tree Grows In Brooklyn for the second time. The first time was on the plane to Seattle sniffing bathroom fumes from my last row seat. My back room at home smells so much better. I was able to get through a few chapters and then I received an email from my library — the book I requested is ready for pickup. I am now ready Bossypants by Tina Fey. It’s gonna be a quick funny read.

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit – Aristotle

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Time to Wrap It Up – – One Month Later

Fourteen phone calls which probably amounts to at least 2 hours of waiting to talk to a live person and an additional 10 – 12 hours of live person nonsense. . .

Four faxes: One sent and never received, two were WRONG, and one was right but the original was never received in the mail.

One overnight FedEx letter sent from the executive office: WRONG.

One original letter in the mail also WRONG.

A second overnight FedEx letter sent from the executive office received on July 5, one month from the original request: Finally an original reference letter with no mistakes.

Original request for a bank reference letter made on June 6th which I was told would take 24-48 hours to process: Nobody seems to know or care — except me!

My experience with B of A: Priceless   Pretty, pretty, pretty sad, maybe even scary! 

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Exciting, but not so much. Writing this on my iPhone. Eh, much easier on my computer.
Happy 4th.
Tomorrow — fedex from B of A.

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What is your case number? Oh, and by the way, we are all very sorry.

Still I am not happy with Bank of America. If I get the letter tomorrow I’ll be sure and report back and I will also keep the executive customer relations number handy and use that any time I have a reason to call. Lucky them.”
(Quote from Thursday’s post.)

I am reporting back — a day late but the story is the same.

I did receive the FedEx letter on Friday. I also received the letter that I was told was mailed on June 24th which, according to my crazy thinking, was the original of the correct fax I received the week before. Well, the letter I received in the USPS mail was WRONG, VERY WRONG! It was a copy of another fax I received that was WRONG, VERY WRONG!

No worries, I have the FedEx letter that was sent from the CEO Customer Relations office. I open it, great this is what just what we need. I call Drew to tell him and that’s when I noticed it — The account number was wrong on one of my accounts. I quickly checked my accounts online to be sure . . . maybe all the other letters and faxes were wrong but nope, not the case.

Speaking of cases — Can you believe this? I have a case number at Bank of America because I am unable to get a correct copy of the reference letter I requested on June 6th. So, once again, I called. At least when you call the Executive Customer Relations office you don’t have to press a million numbers to get to anyone — and right now that is the only good thing.

I tell the Executive Rep what happened. She is so sorry and she says she is, as we speak, contacting the person who sent the letter. “Okay, she just responded and she is very sorry. She has corrected it. I could have her call you to discuss the best way to get the letter to you,” says the rep. “FedEx it. I want it Tuesday and have her call me and give me the tracking number asap. Tell her to make sure to check off  “No signature required,” I respond, “She can leave the number on my answering machine.” “Okay, well sometimes Federal Express will not leave the package if they think . . . ” she rambles. I cut her off, “No signature required, they will leave it. I need it and I’m not sitting home waiting for it.

I had to call back for the tracking number and that’s when I asked, “So whatever happened to my original request on June 6th? It was processed on June 11th. Where is it?” Everybody wants to make it right and everybody is sorry but nobody seems to care what went wrong. I’d like to know why this has become such a mess. Faxes that were sent from B of A to my local branch and never received . . . letters that were requested and never received . . . all with the wrong information.

Everybody’s sorry but they can’t be that sorry . . . otherwise that letter would be in my hand already — (next day by noon.) As it is, it’s promised by Tuesday at 3:00 pm. Right now it is sitting at the local FedEx Facility in Hicksville (with note: Package not due for delivery) — a mere 15 minutes away! (Can I get someone to read it to me?) I should have insisted on a Saturday delivery. Silly me I thought they would just send it overnight to get it to me asap.

The executive rep I spoke with said that she is contacting the person who actually sent out my original reference letter (requested on June 6th) to see what address it was sent to. What address it was sent to? Is she kidding? “What do you mean what address? It’s my address listed on my account!” 

Ahhhh, she said she would get back to me on this. And, yes, she was very sorry. I went to bed at 2 in the morning last night. No phone call!

Still I am not happy with Bank of America.

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