I'm ready to report to work and psyched for it, enthusiastic and back into the 9-5 frame of mind. So, somehow this week's time off isn't as fun as I'd like it to be. I mean, if I knew that I wasn't starting until next Monday, for sure, I'd spend this week riding like the wind all over the place and with abandon. But not knowing what day I'm to start and the suspense of when has left me in limbo. I haven't made plans for fear of suddenly having to cancel them. I'm a little odd this way - but the day/night before I start a new job, I want to relax, veg and go to bed by 8pm. Silly? Maybe. But it works for me and fulfills my need to be uber-refreshed on the first day of a job. After three years on a job, I can party until 2am, show up the next day and be productive...but not on the first day. Get it?
As for the fingerprint check thing - I got a funny little story from today to share. Since I still needed a few items of clothing to complete my fall-wardrobe-for-work, I decided to go shopping again this morning. So, I headed yet again to Macy's to pick up some items (found plenty on sale) and then to New York & Company (NY&C), a store I'd heard of and seen but never shopped in before today.
I arrived at NY&C after my trip to Macy's, browsed (wasn't all that impressed) and decided to try on two items - a black skirt and black camisole-type-blouse. Both were on sale and both fit. Great! I proceeded to the check-out counter where a 20-something, eye-shadowed-to-a-frosty-perfection saleslady rang me up and urged me to provide my personal address information for additional coupons. She then asked me if I wanted to apply for a $500 limit credit card with the store.
I first said no, but when she told me I'd get an additional 15% off for my purchase today, I relented. Why not? I have excellent credit, next to zero debt and no way, no how would I ever purchase up to $500 dollars in that store (just not my style).
"Um, I'm so sorry. It appears that your credit card has been denied...I mean, you've been denied the credit limit...card," was the response I got from Ms. Frosty-eyed.
"What??!!! You're kidding?" I was completely stunned. "Look, my credit is 720 or higher and I owe less than $400 dollars on one credit card...ONE. I should be approved...and not for $500 but $5,000! Can you please check again?"
Ms. Frosty, smiling with lovely dimples, replied, "Well, I could call them to find out why if you'd like."
Thirty minutes later I was on the phone with a very rude b*tch (really, this woman clearly hated her job) trying to solve the mystery. "Ma'am, I need you to step outside the store to verify your information," was but just one of her many demands of me.
"I'm on my cell phone and I've ducked down under a clothes rack, belly flat on the store's floor. I'm fairly certain no one can hear me. Will you please tell me why you denied me a card now? Please..." The b*tch had no sense of humor it turned out, and I had to walk halfway down the mall to get her to respond.
"I'm sorry to inform you, Ma'am, but we cannot verify your address," was the reply I got in the tersest tone I've heard of late.
"You mean to tell me that you cannot verify the address at which I've lived for over nine years?" I asked, incredulously. I then repeated my address. Didn't matter. I was denied, declined, devalued...deflated.
"If you'll send us a copy of a utility bill, we'll be happy to approve your credit. Your credit is in very good standing, I see here on my screen, but your address cannot be verified."
I think that woman was sitting on a corncob the whole time I talked to her, cause there just was no other explanation for her attitude, tone and pure (obvious) glee to deny me a $500 credit card with NY&C.
"No, Ma'am," I replied. "It will be a cold day in hell before I send you a copy of anything." With that, I hung up and walked back over to the store and up to Ms. Frosty. I relayed what the b*tch from the credit company had told me and my decision. Ms. Frosty looked sheepish and a tad ruddy.
"Oh, I'm sooooo sorry. It appears I entered your address incorrectly. But you'd think that they [the creditors approving the application] would have caught the one number that was off!" What a way to pass the buck, I'll give her credit for that.
"That's okay," I said. "My blood pressure is through the roof since, you see, I'm waiting for a fingerprint check and background check, including a credit report, to clear at a new job I'm suppose to start this week, and this whole little mistake you made and the incompetency on part of the creditor to realize your mistake has caused me truly undue stress - really, I'm okay with that. Really." I think my eye was twitching when I said this to her, cause she took a step back.
"Well, for all your trouble, we're going to give you 15% off anyway!" She replied, smiling like we were at happy hour and ordering drinks charged to some stranger's tab.
I just smiled, signed and got the hell out of there. How much was my purchase? - $20.00. All that for $20.00 frickin' bucks.
Sigh.
I did hit the gym today. Rode Nellie over, lifted weights hard and rode home. My quads and biceps hate me right now, but damn it felt good while I was sweating. I then came home, showered and headed out to a light sushi dinner. First thing I did when I got back home was to put my "first day at work" outfit together - again. I keep changing my mind. But I've finally settled on what I will wear and have it all good to go...now, if I could just get there!
Tomorrow? I will ride my bike. Where, I don't know and on what bike, I don't know...but I ride. I may get my car's oil changed first thing (drop the car off), but other than that, I truly have nothing I need to do. So, ride it will be...ride like the wind, all over the place...and with abandon.
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