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Fuuuuuuuck.  I still haven’t been able to come up with a decent name for this blog.  Dammit.  Well, I’m sure something will come to me eventually.  Even if it’s shitty, something will come to me.

AT&T Executive Customer Service

I was contacted by a nice lady named Nancy today in response to the email I sent to the CEO.  She seemed helpful, but I still don’t trust AT&T farther than I could throw the CEO.  He looks a bit larger than me, so that’s probably not very far.

She assured me that AT&T would help clean up the consequences of the ID theft, like removing the account from collections, alerting the credit reporting agencies that it should be removed from my report, etc.  I, in turn, assured her that I knew that AT&T was doing that, and that it was good; however, that was not the issue I needed them to address.

AT&T Update

My twitter post @ATT got the attention of a rep who said she will contact me before 1pm today.  I’m hoping against hope that this time someone will listen to me and just give me the stuff I’ve requested.  I’m mad and willing to raise hell about it, but of course I’d rather they just give me what I am entitled to by law and call it a day.  I’ll just twiddle my thumbs or play Bloons TD until my phone rings!

More info after the break!

AT&T Helps Identity Thieves

You may recall a brief mention of my recent discovery of identity theft.  Well, now I’m super fucking pissed.  I submitted my story to the Consumerist and am awaiting a response; I am hopeful that my story will be posted and that AT&T will be forced to respond once my story is reaching more people.  Here’s a long-winded breakdown of what’s happened.  TL;DR at the bottom.

In January I received a call from a collection agency attempting to collect on “my” debt of nearly $600 to AT&T.  I have never had an AT&T account, but am an authorized user on my husband’s account.  I explained to the debt collector that it must be a mistake, but she recited my personal information – including my Social Security Number – and I realized I had a problem.

A Very Jelly Weekend

I’ve learned a lesson, readers.  I’m going to share this lesson with you because all weekend it’s been a pain in my ass.

I bought some coconut oil conditioner last week, thinking it would be nice to use.  I haven’t tried the “real” coconut oil in my hair, but have wanted to.  Problem is, I use coconut oil to cook with, and didn’t want to mix bath and kitchen purposes with the same container.  I thought I had solved my problem by getting the coconut oil conditioner.  Oh, how very wrong I was.

Graduate School

We are currently away from home visiting the grad school that’s already sent an acceptance letter to my husband.  His current profs were commenting on how absurdly quick they responded to him – three days after the applications were due, if you didn’t remember.  His mentor suggested that it meant my hubby is their top pick.

Hubby met with the graduate advisor today and after a pleasant 2-hour conversation the advisor said something that brought tears to our eyes.  He said my husband is the ONLY person they have admitted thus far for the physics graduate program.  He patted a large stack of papers and explained that the committee was still going through them all and wouldn’t send out more letters for at least a couple of weeks.

How I Feel

Just An Update

Well, fuck me.  Another semester, here I come.  I have to go full-time so I can get financial aid; half time brings in zip, zilch, nada, and I would have to pay out of pocket.  We don’t have the money to send me back out of pocket.  Yeesh.  I’ve picked out two classes with throwaway profs (who rarely assign work outside of class) and one with an awesome prof (my JanTerm prof!) that will be fair in grading.  Oh well.  I can’t wait to be fucking done with this stupid fucking college.  Classes have been fantastic but the business office, registrar, and most of the financial aid office have been hell to deal with.

In other news, my hubby got an acceptance letter from a grad school already!  Three days after the application deadline he was accepted to his second-choice school!  They’re waiving more than a third of his tuition and giving him a teaching assistantship, so he’d basically get paid $1000/month to go there.  We’re still waiting to hear back from his first choice school to see what they offer him.  Second-choice school boasts a safer city, is a gun-friendly area, and has lower cost of living…but first choice school will waive all tuition and give a bigger stipend if he’s accepted.  Then again, first-choice school’s city is not gun-friendly.  They say that when you take the number of guns in Texas compared to the population, each person has 10 guns on average.  Let’s just say we have more than our fair share.  Decisions, decisions.  Things important to us, in order: each other, our dog, our guns.  So yeah, it’s kind of a big deal.

Next week we will be attempting to get our hands on a Dan Wesson .357 mag Pistol Pack. WOO HOO!

Oh!  In other-other news, we will not be going overseas as planned.  Long story.  In a nutshell, it’s not our decision but is probably for the best considering our financials.  So I guess that means me buying a new gun recently and my husband planning to buy another one next week is alright.  We don’t drink (often) or smoke or do drugs, but we buy guns like candy.  It’s our only vice.  I guess that’s a good thing in many ways. They’re useful, we typically only buy under market value so that we can recoup any investment, and they’re pretty.  They also don’t ruin our health like other vices.  In fact, since we go shooting outdoors so often I’d argue it’s the only reason we go outside for fresh air.  Three cheers for firearms!