Poit!

I ate a 20oz prime rib on the weekend.  That doesn't sound like much until you actually find yourself faced by the gigantic, quivering mound of half-cooked flesh on your plate.  It was a little too much of a good thing, in my opinion.

atara and I are poised to get some good news today - it's not a question of if but how much.  The accountant called and informed us that we were both getting money back this year on our income tax, but she didn't have the numbers in front of her when she called.  Last year our tax returns paid for a new camera.  This year I suspect it will go toward more mundane things (like a new laptop for plonq purrhaps...?)

Most of it will probably go toward debt reduction, with perhaps a small portion being peeled off to buy a second memory card for our camera.  When we went up to Riding Mountain last year I got to the point where I was counting pictures left on the card and wondering if we'd run out of space.  I'd like to have a second card before we head out to the coast this summer.

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Oh, teh dramma!!1!

The original post wasn't especially funny, but I'm getting a chuckle at the over-the-top angst of the drama queen who's jumped into the fray.

I'm not antisocial but...

...I cringe when certain people stop by my desk to talk.  I'm not antisocial, and atara will readily attest to the fact that I am not fastidiously neat, but my blood pressure jumped a few notches when he thumped down his overfilled, dripping coffee mug on my desk and then started jabbing my screen with his greasy fore finger.

Two things that I really don't like are industrial-grade coffee rings on my desk, and greasy smudges on my screen.  It is both fortunate and unfortunate that I lack the power to make people's heads explode by force of will.  It would be entertaining, to be sure, but then I'd have an even bigger mess to clean up.

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We got a rejection letter from President's Choice Financial for the MasterCard application we put in a few weeks ago.

Perhaps I should back up and clarify: we got rejected for the credit card application that was shoved in our faces when we came in the store and waved around there until we heard all of the benefits of the card and agreed to sign up for one. We don't really need another credit card, but since we did most of our shopping at this particular store (we've since switched back to Safeway), we figured that we may as well rack up a few credit points toward free food. pierrekrahn will gladly tell you all about racking up PC points...

I'm not particularly upset that we got turned down for the card as we already have a Visa, MasterCard, Amex and HBC card, so this would just have been another bill to worry about each month. On the other hand, when the rejection letter raises concerns about my length of employment (barely 17 years with the same company), length of time in my current residence (only 10 years), legal age of majority in the province of residence (10 years), and my credit bureau status, well, it makes one wonder just how rigid their standards are. The other credit card companies are hounding us to buy more features on our cards, and keep upping our credit limits, but we're not worthy of PC Financial! Allow me to genuflect and prostate myself in unworth!

Credit Card Nazi: No PC Points for YOU!!

The funniest bit is that the letter is signed:

"Sincerely,

Credit Department"

What kind of sadistic bastards would name their kid Credit? Well, I suppose if your last name is Department, that's a fitting first name. It's nice to see personal touches like this on a form, where the individual personally types out their name at the end.

Oh wait... on closer inspection of this letter, they have misspelled my last name on the application. The idiot who filled out the form misspelled my last name. I spelt it out s-l-o-w-l-y for him. Three times. I made him cross it out and correct the spelling. He must have changed it back again as soon as we were out of sight. Meh. maybe he gets paid by the number of forms he fills out and not by the actual number of new subscribers.