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I read the post about keeping one's journal safe. I do not now and have never had a hotmail account. And yet I discovered today that someone has broken into my LJ account and... changed one of my userpics to something offensive. Random spam or personal attack? I have no idea.
Just call me "Mush"
Nov. 8th, 2007 04:28 pmI gave in.
Today I renewed my gym membership for $100/year more than I have ever paid. Bleh. Bleh. Bleh.
On the good side, it was $5/month less than was offered to my brother by the same gym.
I searched for local gyms that could meet my current needs. However, the only other local one (much cheaper, just as close) has their pool open too late in the morning for us to make it to work after the workout. *sigh* And I decided that going to the gym with T in the mornings before work is worth it.
The sales guy indicated verbally to me that month-to-month memberships have never been raised, unlike my year-to-year membership. He didn't actually offer me such a deal, but he brought up the subject. T has one of those. I ran into a website that indicated canceling month to month memberships from this gym is harder than turning off one's gas, water, electricity, cable, phone service, and security service. Having spent six solid months trying to get out of a previous relationship like that, I think that sticking to the year-to-year is the right idea.
I still feel like a schmuck.
Today I renewed my gym membership for $100/year more than I have ever paid. Bleh. Bleh. Bleh.
On the good side, it was $5/month less than was offered to my brother by the same gym.
I searched for local gyms that could meet my current needs. However, the only other local one (much cheaper, just as close) has their pool open too late in the morning for us to make it to work after the workout. *sigh* And I decided that going to the gym with T in the mornings before work is worth it.
The sales guy indicated verbally to me that month-to-month memberships have never been raised, unlike my year-to-year membership. He didn't actually offer me such a deal, but he brought up the subject. T has one of those. I ran into a website that indicated canceling month to month memberships from this gym is harder than turning off one's gas, water, electricity, cable, phone service, and security service. Having spent six solid months trying to get out of a previous relationship like that, I think that sticking to the year-to-year is the right idea.
I still feel like a schmuck.
Who's that knocking at my door?
May. 2nd, 2007 10:44 amMy doorbell only seems to ring if I am insufficiently clothed to answer it.
I've learned to look out an upstairs window before bothering to throw on clothes. This was not the neighborhood kids. A man with a clipboard, an official-looking baseball hat, and... a small unmarked SUV?? One of these things does not fit with the others...
I put on a robe, but asked through the closed door, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, ma'am, does $husbandfirstname $husbandlastname live here?"
"Yes?" I tried to inject both the answer to his question and a polite So what's it to ya into my tone.
There was a really long pause. I became convinced that he was waiting for me to open the door. "And?!?" I asked impatiently. I don't open the door without a good reason. This was not it.
"I'm from $longstringofcompanynames." I recognized our internet cable provider in the list, but couldn't decipher the rest. "You have been a customer for...." There was a shuffling of paper. "for such a long time. I've been given permission to come install you an upgrade for just $15."
There were too many things wrong with that. I couldn't address it all in one sentence. "Did you call?"
"No." Yeah, I know you didn't! Shame!
"And when you say $15, you really mean $15 per month?"
"Yes."
Very firmly, "No." And I walked away from the closed door.
I had two strong theories at the time:
T had a different theory:
I've learned to look out an upstairs window before bothering to throw on clothes. This was not the neighborhood kids. A man with a clipboard, an official-looking baseball hat, and... a small unmarked SUV?? One of these things does not fit with the others...
I put on a robe, but asked through the closed door, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, ma'am, does $husbandfirstname $husbandlastname live here?"
"Yes?" I tried to inject both the answer to his question and a polite So what's it to ya into my tone.
There was a really long pause. I became convinced that he was waiting for me to open the door. "And?!?" I asked impatiently. I don't open the door without a good reason. This was not it.
"I'm from $longstringofcompanynames." I recognized our internet cable provider in the list, but couldn't decipher the rest. "You have been a customer for...." There was a shuffling of paper. "for such a long time. I've been given permission to come install you an upgrade for just $15."
There were too many things wrong with that. I couldn't address it all in one sentence. "Did you call?"
"No." Yeah, I know you didn't! Shame!
"And when you say $15, you really mean $15 per month?"
"Yes."
Very firmly, "No." And I walked away from the closed door.
* * *
I had two strong theories at the time:
- It was a scam to get into the house. Once inside... Well, bad things.
- It was a scam to find out who was home during the day in a street of houses. Once they find out who is home, they can come back later...
T had a different theory:
- If he came and got a signature, then they could feel justified about charging $15/month from then until the end of time. Since they didn't call in advance, there is a smaller chance that the person who knew it would be a bad idea to pay for this "upgrade" would be present or have left directions to reject it. And he theorized that the person at home would be more of a pushover to someone physically knocking on the door.
