Happy Holidays!!!

I wanted to take the time to wish you a Happy Holiday! If you celebrate it- Merry Christmas! I feel so blessed that it’s very hard to imagine even being able to want more (especially in the things category). Lucky to be where I am. I hope everyone gets to spend it with those closest to them. Have a great one! 

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Naming Names: Meanings of Marys

I always took my name for granted. I figured it was just a biblical name with no particular meaning. Yesterday at 9:50 pm (when all good ideas come into fruition), I looked up my name. Yes, it is a Hebrew name but apparently it also means “wished-for child; rebellion; bitter.”
Over at SheKnows, they also put these interesting write ups of how names influence a person’s disposition and personality, about being named Mary:
“People with this name have a deep inner desire to use their abilities in leadership, and to have personal independence. They would rather focus on large, important issues, and delegate the details.
People with this name tend to be creative and excellent at expressing themselves. They are drawn to the arts, and often enjoy life immensely. They are often the center of attention, and enjoy careers that put them in the limelight. They tend to become involved in many different activities, and are sometimes reckless with both their energies and with money.” –SheKnows
Mary, Queen of Scotts… Perhaps I was named after her.

Thank you for taking the time out to read. Have a great day!

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Chase Bank: POSSIBLE vs. Impossible

I was working on my fluffy post for today- You know the one, no outfit post but something random.

I went to go check my bank account to see what my balance was on my credit card with Chase. I am shocked by the fact that my balance is so low on my checking account so I click in.

I see that somehow- someone has withdrawn NINE HUNDRED DOLLARS(!!!) out of my account.

I immediately call chase as I am shaking. I get on the phone with a customer representative who transfers me to the fraud department. The representative from the fraud department with the dullest most “omg, I’m bored and don’t want to deal with people” voice goes on the scripted conversation of how a claim will be filed but then she adds (off script- which maybe she should stay away from improv) that it will not come back in my favor.

Then she goes on to say that it is impossible that someone could have done a transaction like the one that happened to me. This my friends is when something clicked. Here is this person, who is probably not happy with her job, sitting there with ZERO empathy (not even able to convey the scripted kind) telling me TELLING ME that this is IMPOSSIBLE. Well, honey, let me tell you, if it happened to me- it is POSSIBLE!

Whoever took the money, needed it more than I. They took a finite amount and, in the process, managed to have lost a lot more of themselves. It saddens me that they are in such a position. That money that is “missing” will come back to me a million times over and then some. I don’t worry about the money, this is not about that.

Last month, I had my Chase credit card information stolen and had that reissued as well. Over the years, this has happened on a repeated basis. This recent event has compounded everything.

Our information is not safe. I figured I might as well give away my credit card number at this point. I am not safe going to a CHASE branded bank with ATM machines in Midtown Manhattan in the middle of the day (Yes, Your machines. Your bank. With your cameras capturing every moment- but you will not look at the video…).  What is left?

Chase, I say to you: 

You freaking own me. I have been a banking customer since I was 17, I remember going with my mom to get my first bank account. She wanted me to know how to save money, have a bank account, and a credit card before I went off to college. Once I moved off campus, I wrote out your checks for rent. When I graduated, I chose you as my loan servicing company.  I knew your name. I trusted you. 

Every day that I make a transaction- whether buying my morning coffee, going out with friends or shopping, I think of you- you drive my life. I thought I was safe and secure but this experience has left me empty.  


Now, when I go to buy my first house and for every other milestone along the way- will I keep choosing you? After today, I just don’t know. Restore my faith in you. 


M

About Chase- They were ranked #1 in Customer Satisfaction in 2012 (let’s see about 2013)… Going off to read “Why Chase?“- I hope their “unmatched dedication to our customers” also includes me…

*** My credit card was deactivated- the one thing the rep did right.




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A bit of a Mess

I have quite the mess in my room and have yet to unpack. I am working on getting myself in order prior to going back to work. Hence no outfit pic. I was thinking about taking a picture of the EPIC mess but decided against shaming myself in such form. I have a feeling I may not find it as funny in the future. I could change the name of this blog to “A bit of a Mess”… It would go so well at this point.
The condition of your environment is a reflection of your inner state. I will work on this and get back to you. Working on peace and calm…
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