I was having a moral quandary about the manic and/or crackhead driver of the previous entry, but one of my coworkers solved it for me: she called and told the supervisors he drove like a crazy person and she was never getting in his car again. 'Nuff said.
One bad thing about temping (ha! only one?) is that you're constantly getting nickled and dimed by people who have, say, a gazillion times more money than you. Signing your time sheet at 6:52, the client will write "6:45" so they don't have to pay you for the next 15 minutes. There was that one gig where I had to report to the office at 3pm but due to various bullshit did not get to go on the clock until 5:30. And so on. As if I didn't get enough of it while temping, now I'm getting it from my credit card. I am not currently carrying a balance, by the way. I know. It's some sort of budgetary miracle.
Anyway, my customer service exchange went like this:
Me: Why is there a $0.50 service charge on my latest bill? Is this some new monthly fee I wasn't aware of?
Arsehole credit card company: Finance charges for purchase, balance transfers and cash advances will begin to accrue from the date the transaction is added to your balance. They will continue to accrue until payment in full is credited to your account. This means that when you make your final payment on these balances, you will pay interest for the time between the date your last statement prints and the date your payment is credited to your account.
Uh. I'm still trying to parse that. I think it means they now start charging me interest from the day my statement comes out. See also "nickled and dimed by people with a gazillion times more money than me." I know this is hard to believe, but 50 cents actually means something to me at this point. I clip coupons. I pick pennies up off the street. I return my library books on time so I don't get charged a nickel per day. What does 50 cents mean to a giant financial conglomerate? I'll never know.
Rick suggests I call for clarification, since the customer service response was not the best-written piece of prose. Maybe in January. I've got enough to do between now and getting on a 13-hour flight on Tuesday. I just want the world to stop ripping me off.
One bad thing about temping (ha! only one?) is that you're constantly getting nickled and dimed by people who have, say, a gazillion times more money than you. Signing your time sheet at 6:52, the client will write "6:45" so they don't have to pay you for the next 15 minutes. There was that one gig where I had to report to the office at 3pm but due to various bullshit did not get to go on the clock until 5:30. And so on. As if I didn't get enough of it while temping, now I'm getting it from my credit card. I am not currently carrying a balance, by the way. I know. It's some sort of budgetary miracle.
Anyway, my customer service exchange went like this:
Me: Why is there a $0.50 service charge on my latest bill? Is this some new monthly fee I wasn't aware of?
Arsehole credit card company: Finance charges for purchase, balance transfers and cash advances will begin to accrue from the date the transaction is added to your balance. They will continue to accrue until payment in full is credited to your account. This means that when you make your final payment on these balances, you will pay interest for the time between the date your last statement prints and the date your payment is credited to your account.
Uh. I'm still trying to parse that. I think it means they now start charging me interest from the day my statement comes out. See also "nickled and dimed by people with a gazillion times more money than me." I know this is hard to believe, but 50 cents actually means something to me at this point. I clip coupons. I pick pennies up off the street. I return my library books on time so I don't get charged a nickel per day. What does 50 cents mean to a giant financial conglomerate? I'll never know.
Rick suggests I call for clarification, since the customer service response was not the best-written piece of prose. Maybe in January. I've got enough to do between now and getting on a 13-hour flight on Tuesday. I just want the world to stop ripping me off.
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