I had to phone into a financial company today regarding some old papers from a former place of employment. These I had completely forgotten about, and I'd only found them after an intense purging and organization of papers and documents in my room. (I'd found receipts from 2004, invoices from a car I no longer own, and a piece of mail belonging to an ex-girlfriend sent in 2006. How the fuck did I get my hands on that?!?)
CSR: May I please start with your access ID and password?
Me: I don't have one.
CSR: OK, can I get your name, beneficiaries, and date of birth?
Me: It's Spiffy McMoron, Mom and Dad, and October 5.
*taps info into computer*
CSR: OK, I'll need to ask you some security questions. What is your date of birth?
Me: ...um...October 5...
CSR: And I totally just asked you that...
*Mutual laughter and amusement*
CSR: May I please start with your access ID and password?
Me: I don't have one.
CSR: OK, can I get your name, beneficiaries, and date of birth?
Me: It's Spiffy McMoron, Mom and Dad, and October 5.
*taps info into computer*
CSR: OK, I'll need to ask you some security questions. What is your date of birth?
Me: ...um...October 5...
CSR: And I totally just asked you that...
*Mutual laughter and amusement*


I AM the evil bastard!
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