Jan 28 2011

And yet more..

So after I got my card working again, I got money out and went to put some on the Oyster so I could use the bus.

“Your Oyster balance is negative £2.60. If I put a fiver on it it’ll only be £2.40.”

I tried to tear the damn card in half on the spot, but it’s too thick.

I got it replaced to fix this shit. The last time I used it was going to the Pembury a fortnight ago. I made sure to touch in and touch out at every turn, and it green-lighted me each time. But I still got charged a max-daily for my trouble.

By the by, it turns out my National Rail Card is already applied to the Oyster, so I get a grand total of no additional discount. So if you assume a SINGLE mis-read in a full days use, it’s cheaper to buy a fucking travelcard.

Right, off I went to buy a bus-pass. Oh, no, apparently this is the year they’re no longer doing them. It’d have to go on the Oyster.

Asked at the train station. Travelcard will be £7.30. To get that amount on the Oyster I’d now have to put a tenner on it. Railcard discount’s weekends only, and apparently there’s no off-peak on weekdays now?

Also ran into someone I used to work with and held the train doors for them so they wouldn’t miss it. Good deed +1.

I went home and got my bike.

Up The Avenue there’s road works. I sail through on the manual “GO” sign. As I’m cresting the hill I come face to face with a Landrover and have to ditch onto the pavement.

The driver doesn’t even slow down. I get to the other end of the works and ask the guy if they’re on the radio. I tell him he should leave more time between changing signs since I just got ran off the road. I may have said “fuck” once.

The guy with the radio starts yelling at me not to yell at him and makes gestures like he’s going to get out of the cab and come across to me. I am in shock and back down; he glares like I shouldn’t be taking up his precious world with my existence.

Get half way up Friday hill before I collapse and just have to let my legs stop shaking. A car goes past, and actually reverses back to stop and ask if I’m alright. I explain the situ and assure them I don’t need help.

The lady in the house I’m sat outside calls down to ask if I’m alright. I explain again and have a little rant about the events so far today. She agrees and says the country’s going to pot, and that she was going to be doing a degree this year, but the student cuts mean she probably won’t be able to afford to anymore. There’s a child in the window beside her. I don’t know if it’s hers or a sibling, but it hits home if you were a young-mother or similarly on the borderline of being able to afford extra education, these cuts will have thrown a lot og hope back in your face.

Tried to sugest she should make sure she knows her neighbours. Community’s the only way we’re going to get through this.

She offered me a drink, but I’m very aware the recyc center will close for sales at 2.

Coasted down to the center and had a word with the totters; they said if I spotted something in the hoppers it’d be fine to bring it over to them and ask a price. Finally some good news!

I checked the on-display finds first and picked up a sci-fi art-book for 10p, then hit the metals bin. Pretty full, and quite a tangle.

I spotted a motor with a nice pully and a few bits of thick steel, but they were all too far in, and I lost my damn grappling hook trying to get them out. Fishing for them with a long pole didn’t work either. When I gave up it was 1:40.

Did have another word; they can’t keep and eye out or reserve things. Others have asked too. But they did say they get the sort of bits I’m after in. I’ll just have to keep coming back. Fridays and Saturdays, 10-2, Friday Hill.

Went to walk/cycle back. Ended up “exploring” some back-streets while my mind reeled. Ended up near Chingford Mount, so detoured to the camera shop I’d spotted.

Asked if they had any junk cameras. The guy there was very tidily dressed, and obviously knew his trade. He also kept junk cameras for spares; mostly the odd screw sizes used. After some rumaging and chatter, picked up a broken Fuji F401 FinePix for a fiver.

It may be cheaper to grab junk cameras from ebay in future, but this does looks like it has the lens assembly I want on it.

Home again now, in the workshop (4.4c). Ankle got pushed too hard today. Again feels like there’s glass in it in certain positions. Especially when turned to the side.

Was going to cancel going for a drink tonight in town after finding how much the ticket would be, but fuck it, I need a drink with a friend today.

Jan 28 2011

More bank fuck-uppery

Just tried to get cash out and the PIN number that’s been working for the last fortnight no longer does. I’ve had to come all the way home, turn the PC on, grab the details, call the bank, get it unlocked again.

“Oh no, you need to call to activate your card.”

“It’s been working fine for two weeks.”

“Oh well.. it says you’ve typed the wrong number.”

So that means it’s gotta be activated? Despite working? What?

What the fuck is going on??

Running late now. Will be running even later if the card machine doesn’t work this time.

Jan 28 2011

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Jan 27 2011

Paranoia and the bank

So you know how in December someone stole my card details and got about £100 out of my account? I was a bit paranoid because even after it was sorted my sisters bank details were similarly nicked.

A bit past 1pm today I got a phonecall from someone saying they were the Santander fraud department and needed to double-check some things about the other fraudulent transactions made on the same day.

Santander NEVER call you directly. You get automated messages for you to call them. So I told the lady I’d call back. When I got through to Santander’s security department, they had no record of the call.

Plus it sounded like an Indian call-centre. A GOOD Indian call-centre, but an Indian call-centre nonetheless.

So the people who stole my card details also have my phone number, and my feeling that I or this household are being targeted in some way is growing.

The actual banks advice? Keep a close eye on things, let them know if anything odd happens. Helpful stuff.

Of course I’ve seen enough information about con-games I can’t help but wonder if I’m playing into their hands. What if they’re expecting you to call the bank back yourself and have tapped your phone, or re-routed the call to a fake centre, so you give the details as the security questions thinking you’ve outwitted them?

I don’t think that happened, but it’s a possibility. After-all we live in a city where fake BT vans van steal a few hundred miles of copper cable overnight and simply vanish.

Santander seem to be getting sloppy though. When asking to confirm the last digits of my card number the operator actually suggested them to me while I was rummaging in my wallet for it, which is probably the sole reason I haven’t quite calmed down again yet.  That and that they asked for the confirmation number on the back, which I’m sure they’ve asked for before but still seemed out of the ordinary.

The internet banking was also suffering a glitch at the time too, where it wasn’t able to show current balance. That fixed within a minute or two, but still, the whole thing’s got me on-edge again.

Jan 27 2011

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