Fletchtronics

I'm so happy!

So I wake up this morning to sunshine, feeling really rested. This is completely abnormal. The rested part, not the sunshine. I do live in California. Laura left early this morning I didn't even see her before I stepped out into the sunshine for my own commute. Ominous clouds hang overhead as the Bart train enters the SF Bay tunnel. I pay no mind. Afterall, the mid morning sun will be up shortly (ahhhh California) so I'm expecting these wisps of clouds to be pulverized shortly by a lot of sunshine.

I'm so sad!

I climb the stairs at Montgomery station and get soaked. Really wet. It's down-pouring and I'm stuck on an escalator. Without my umbrella.

There's a saying in San Francisco. If you don't like the weather, wait ten minutes. So I find the nearest eave and hide myself in it. Fortunately I'm a smoker (this is one of the few times when it is fortunate) so I hang back and wait for it to chill out a bit.

I'm so happy!

Finally I get to the office and it looks to be a nice quiet day where I can catch up on the old TODO. Mmmm coffee and TODO.

I'm so er, weirded out!

At 11:32AM, Laura calls me slightly panicked sounding and says there's a problem with our debit cards, the bank has put a hold on them.

This is where the story kinda sorta becomes related to electronics. The item in question is a brand spanking new FPGA board that I ordered last weekend, to make awesomely amazing new stuff to put on this site.

I'm so sad!

Heading home now, I figure while I'm at the bank dealing with this weird block, I'll pick up some cash. So I go to the teller window, swipe card, enter pin, teller gives me $130US without blinking. Then she says "hmm about this block on your card, you'll need to see a guy at a desk". Well she sorta said that. So I go across the building to where they keep *the desks*. This is where the real bankers live, apparently. The ones at the front are some sort of strange under-paid facade. So I go up to *the desks*, and after a moment one of them gestures for me to come sit. It took them a moment. I was the only one there. I explain my situation, I need my card unblocked I've ordered from this place before, no it's not a fraudulent transaction.

Silly me for letting my state ID expire. I've been carrying this passport around. The dang things don't expire for years, but they're huge, not great for carrying around. Silly me for not bringing it this morning. But apparently this is what I need to unblock the account.

I'm so frigging angry!

Grrr. The teller just gave me a sizable portion of my checking account without even batting an eye, yet I ask for basic customer service and am treated like a complete idiot. Could he not have used my pin? I could have given him: my web login, my street address, my social sec #, my mothers maiden name, or the city I was born in. They have all of this information. Yet this ass turned me away.

I'm so happy!

The Bart ride home took off most of my steam, and the moron I just dealt with is fading from the short term memory. I get home and go out back to check the mail. I open the back door and a box falls on my feet. Oh my god, no way! It's early?! God bless the Post Office of The United States Of America!

I'm so sad!

Oh. Damn it's an amazon.com order for Laura. Stupid post office! I hate you sooo much!

I think I need a valium. Or maybe more coffee.

Morals: 1) Bank of America sucks 2) yay new dev kit is on the way!

souvenir

Update: New board arrived the next day (see next post), and I called Bank of America and they cleared up my issue over the phone. I guess I didn't actually need an ID, eh Mr. Jimenez? Jerk.