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lydia, i'm not trying to say your life isn't well-deserving of reality tv show status, i'm just saying mine should be a full fledged reality tv show turned into feature film with tshirts, mugs, and dolls with springs for necks so their heads wobble.
one day last week, sooz hands me the phone. "it's for you". whos on the other end but Shashi (i promise i didn't make that name up) from the royal bank branch in brampton. shashi goes on to tell me about how rbc has reason to believe that my webbanking has been hacked by an intruder and she is phoning to advise me to call headquarters because they've placed some sort of security hold on my account. also, i should check out my rbc visa card and make sure nothing has been charged on it. i inform shashi that there are 3 problems with what she's told me : 1. i have not used my royal bank account since i was 12 years old, at which point there was a $13.00 balance, and i was refered to as a 'leo the lion young saver'. 2. being 12 at the time, i'm certain i didn't set up webbanking as i probably didn't know what the internet was. 3. do you know any 12 year olds with a visa? well shashi sure didn't. she starts freaking out, and i get freaked out by result. she asks me for my social insurance number, liscence number, etc, none of which match what they have on record for me. oh shashi, what do i do? well shashi tells me to call headquarters immediately and tell them all about my massive problem. she asks me "do you still work at old navy?" shashi, dear, i've never worked a day at old navy in my life. **here is where the smarter people, aka everyone but me, clue into what's going down**. so anyways, i dont want to hear anything else shashi has to say. i want that account cancelled right away! this very minute! so she says i'd better call headquarters and sort it out with them. so i call and start stressing to them about my fake account, telling them to cancel it right away and not taking no for an answer. what happens? the operator tells me, not that i owe a whole bunch of money under some alternate alias, but that they don't have any record of my account save the $13.00 balance on my leo the lion young savers account! oh shashi, what have you done? rbc headquarters then advises me to call the credit bureau and find out what my credit is, and if i even have a visa under my name. so i'm calling credit bureaus, listening to all these recorded messages, pressing every "if you have an emergency, dial..." button they give me. finally some lady tells me i have to order a credit check and it's going to be mailed to my house, meaning i can't even find out about these deep levels of debt some rando has put me in until 5 business days later! i give up on the credit check and try and sort out in my head what i'll do next. at this point, i head to sooz's room and start telling her about my new found problem. i don't even get past the "old navy" part of the story when sooz stops me and says "katie". double-u tee eff, sooz? "katie. they think you're katie.".....
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i'm an idiot. katie macgougan, girl i've lived with since sept, been friends since grade 9, in fact we became friends in grade 9 when she says to me "you're names kathleen? so's mine! but people call me katie"...
....
total idiot.
so the next day katie tries to call rbc and get the whole thing straightened out when they tell her they're not comfortable talking to her on the phone about it and they've cancelled her account and, ya her pay check that's being directly deposited on wed? ya, they can't say where it's going to end up....
....
puuuure idiot.
whats worse is everyone i've told this story to so far cuts me off at the old navy part, saying "what, were they looking for katie?"
EVERYONE
even HOIBAK figured it out!
sigh, i'm an idiot.
so tuesday morning, after my morning class, i come home to a very cold house. middle of january, ottawa winter, heat's definately not working. so i call hydro ottawa. 6 times. in 2 days. each time getting ruder and ruder, swearing (literally) at them. hanging up the phone. calling them out for breaking the law and a bunch of other stuff. basically pure bullshit. anyways, after calling the emergency response team a few times, telling them that me not having heat in my house is definately on the same level as a city wide power outage and power cables down outside my front door. the patient man on the other end politely asks me, "do you have electricity". ya, so? "well, ma'am, our job is to provide you with electricity. and you say you have electricity?" um, ya. "but no heat" um... no.... "is your furnace a gas furnace" umm...well.... maybe... (upon closer inspection, yes. yes it is.) "well i'd advise you to call your gas company then." oh.. well.. thank you... and sorry for, y'know... all the swearing.
hang up the phone, "fuckin embridge!!" i find the emergency 1-800 number and call them up, swearing as they answer the phone. "yes i have an emergency! you cut off our gas and we have no heat and it's ottawa and we're freezing!" first question the dude asks:"do you have hot water?" no! ... then sooz taps my shoulder "no no we do! katie had a hot shower this morning!"... ok so ya, maybe we do. so what? "well ma'am, your water heater uses gas. so if you have hot water that means your gas is still running." ... oh.... "you should probably call your landlord. let him know whats going on." hang up the phone. "GEORGIE!" call up george, our landlord. explain the situation to him, bearing in mind it's 10pm thursday night. what does he say "oh, good gravy,(trust me, that's a direct quote) you should have called me earlier!" so georgie promises to call the heating company, and comes through! they get to the house early morning friday. and then come again friday afternoon. and then again friday evening. yup, fixed the furnace 3 times and it still didn't work. so all weekend we're left with no heat. oh sure, they left us with 4 tiny heaters to heat our 8 room house. seeing as my room barely holds in heat when the furnace is on full blast, we spent the 6 heatless nights cooped up in sooz's room, sleeping in the same bed, ordering take out so that we wouldn't have to cook in our cold kitchen, watching every movie we could download and every oc episode we had on reserve. thankfully, this episode ends happily with the heating boys coming back for a 7th time, and fixing the heat as of this afernoon.
so sooz and i, during our cold cold weekend, decide to go to second cup for some warm drinks, but really it was because we could guarentee that the establishment would be warmer than our house. so we get all decked up, in our extra large mens grey ravens soccer track pants, puffy winter jackets and ball caps. we were straight thuggin, in every sense of the word. we walk into second cup and the chick stares us up and down 3 times over. takes our order. makes our drinks. puts mine down in front of me and right when i go to taste it, says "um i forgot how to make it so i just put whatever in it. you can tell me if it doesn't taste right." are you kidding me? you work for this place and you don't know how to make the drinks? so i taste it and obviously it's not right. but instead of making it again, and letting me tell her the ingredients (because yes, even i know how to make it) she decideds it's too much of a "waste" to just remake it. instead, i leave with 3 drinks, none of which were made properly. it's more of a 'you had to be there' story, but the key quote was "oh, there's not supposed to be milk in it? k hang on."
sub-plots
the thug fight that broke out infront of our house at 3am and woke us all up. we later found out it was our friend carlos fighting rough looking dudes who tried to kiss his girlfriend in her sleep... wtf?
one-liners
jon dignan, after i informed him about our lack of heat: "what do you mean you have no heat?... did you touch anything??"
me, when seriously trying to figure out how to survive a night without heat "look, when i blow dry my hair, the room gets really hot, righ? so lets just use the hairdryers to heat the room up!" i was dead serious.
me to sooz, after she had blood tests done this morning: "why is your caf bleeding? is that where they took the blood from?"
out-takes
after we slept in the same bed again last night, sooz wakes up with a fat lip. i figure i must have punched her in the face when i was having the nightmare about being in world war 2 and some hitler dude was trying to rape and kill me at the same time
me trying to be dead serious with the cute heat guy while having a kleenex box stuck to my foot
i'm sure the girls will post up some other funny things that happened. bottom line: we're seriously considering buying a video camera so we can document all the mishaps of rosedale palace.
on a related note, here are some pics i found from october-ish when the princesses of rosedale palace cleaned up for once
yes, those are ballet slippers and yes i do where them in public
brette is one tough princess
the usual : me and brette hard at work, being tough, sooz doing not much of anything
sooz, doing what she does best. nothing.
and finally, on a completely unrelated note, here's a pics of me and justin from our heart and crown night last friday.
thanks justin. i <3 you!
lydia, i'm not trying to say your life isn't well-deserving of reality tv show status, i'm just saying mine should be a full fledged reality tv show turned into feature film with tshirts, mugs, and dolls with springs for necks so their heads wobble.
one day last week, sooz hands me the phone. "it's for you". whos on the other end but Shashi (i promise i didn't make that name up) from the royal bank branch in brampton. shashi goes on to tell me about how rbc has reason to believe that my webbanking has been hacked by an intruder and she is phoning to advise me to call headquarters because they've placed some sort of security hold on my account. also, i should check out my rbc visa card and make sure nothing has been charged on it. i inform shashi that there are 3 problems with what she's told me : 1. i have not used my royal bank account since i was 12 years old, at which point there was a $13.00 balance, and i was refered to as a 'leo the lion young saver'. 2. being 12 at the time, i'm certain i didn't set up webbanking as i probably didn't know what the internet was. 3. do you know any 12 year olds with a visa? well shashi sure didn't. she starts freaking out, and i get freaked out by result. she asks me for my social insurance number, liscence number, etc, none of which match what they have on record for me. oh shashi, what do i do? well shashi tells me to call headquarters immediately and tell them all about my massive problem. she asks me "do you still work at old navy?" shashi, dear, i've never worked a day at old navy in my life. **here is where the smarter people, aka everyone but me, clue into what's going down**. so anyways, i dont want to hear anything else shashi has to say. i want that account cancelled right away! this very minute! so she says i'd better call headquarters and sort it out with them. so i call and start stressing to them about my fake account, telling them to cancel it right away and not taking no for an answer. what happens? the operator tells me, not that i owe a whole bunch of money under some alternate alias, but that they don't have any record of my account save the $13.00 balance on my leo the lion young savers account! oh shashi, what have you done? rbc headquarters then advises me to call the credit bureau and find out what my credit is, and if i even have a visa under my name. so i'm calling credit bureaus, listening to all these recorded messages, pressing every "if you have an emergency, dial..." button they give me. finally some lady tells me i have to order a credit check and it's going to be mailed to my house, meaning i can't even find out about these deep levels of debt some rando has put me in until 5 business days later! i give up on the credit check and try and sort out in my head what i'll do next. at this point, i head to sooz's room and start telling her about my new found problem. i don't even get past the "old navy" part of the story when sooz stops me and says "katie". double-u tee eff, sooz? "katie. they think you're katie.".....
....
....
i'm an idiot. katie macgougan, girl i've lived with since sept, been friends since grade 9, in fact we became friends in grade 9 when she says to me "you're names kathleen? so's mine! but people call me katie"...
....
total idiot.
so the next day katie tries to call rbc and get the whole thing straightened out when they tell her they're not comfortable talking to her on the phone about it and they've cancelled her account and, ya her pay check that's being directly deposited on wed? ya, they can't say where it's going to end up....
....
puuuure idiot.
whats worse is everyone i've told this story to so far cuts me off at the old navy part, saying "what, were they looking for katie?"
EVERYONE
even HOIBAK figured it out!
sigh, i'm an idiot.
so tuesday morning, after my morning class, i come home to a very cold house. middle of january, ottawa winter, heat's definately not working. so i call hydro ottawa. 6 times. in 2 days. each time getting ruder and ruder, swearing (literally) at them. hanging up the phone. calling them out for breaking the law and a bunch of other stuff. basically pure bullshit. anyways, after calling the emergency response team a few times, telling them that me not having heat in my house is definately on the same level as a city wide power outage and power cables down outside my front door. the patient man on the other end politely asks me, "do you have electricity". ya, so? "well, ma'am, our job is to provide you with electricity. and you say you have electricity?" um, ya. "but no heat" um... no.... "is your furnace a gas furnace" umm...well.... maybe... (upon closer inspection, yes. yes it is.) "well i'd advise you to call your gas company then." oh.. well.. thank you... and sorry for, y'know... all the swearing.
hang up the phone, "fuckin embridge!!" i find the emergency 1-800 number and call them up, swearing as they answer the phone. "yes i have an emergency! you cut off our gas and we have no heat and it's ottawa and we're freezing!" first question the dude asks:"do you have hot water?" no! ... then sooz taps my shoulder "no no we do! katie had a hot shower this morning!"... ok so ya, maybe we do. so what? "well ma'am, your water heater uses gas. so if you have hot water that means your gas is still running." ... oh.... "you should probably call your landlord. let him know whats going on." hang up the phone. "GEORGIE!" call up george, our landlord. explain the situation to him, bearing in mind it's 10pm thursday night. what does he say "oh, good gravy,(trust me, that's a direct quote) you should have called me earlier!" so georgie promises to call the heating company, and comes through! they get to the house early morning friday. and then come again friday afternoon. and then again friday evening. yup, fixed the furnace 3 times and it still didn't work. so all weekend we're left with no heat. oh sure, they left us with 4 tiny heaters to heat our 8 room house. seeing as my room barely holds in heat when the furnace is on full blast, we spent the 6 heatless nights cooped up in sooz's room, sleeping in the same bed, ordering take out so that we wouldn't have to cook in our cold kitchen, watching every movie we could download and every oc episode we had on reserve. thankfully, this episode ends happily with the heating boys coming back for a 7th time, and fixing the heat as of this afernoon.
so sooz and i, during our cold cold weekend, decide to go to second cup for some warm drinks, but really it was because we could guarentee that the establishment would be warmer than our house. so we get all decked up, in our extra large mens grey ravens soccer track pants, puffy winter jackets and ball caps. we were straight thuggin, in every sense of the word. we walk into second cup and the chick stares us up and down 3 times over. takes our order. makes our drinks. puts mine down in front of me and right when i go to taste it, says "um i forgot how to make it so i just put whatever in it. you can tell me if it doesn't taste right." are you kidding me? you work for this place and you don't know how to make the drinks? so i taste it and obviously it's not right. but instead of making it again, and letting me tell her the ingredients (because yes, even i know how to make it) she decideds it's too much of a "waste" to just remake it. instead, i leave with 3 drinks, none of which were made properly. it's more of a 'you had to be there' story, but the key quote was "oh, there's not supposed to be milk in it? k hang on."
sub-plots
the thug fight that broke out infront of our house at 3am and woke us all up. we later found out it was our friend carlos fighting rough looking dudes who tried to kiss his girlfriend in her sleep... wtf?
one-liners
jon dignan, after i informed him about our lack of heat: "what do you mean you have no heat?... did you touch anything??"
me, when seriously trying to figure out how to survive a night without heat "look, when i blow dry my hair, the room gets really hot, righ? so lets just use the hairdryers to heat the room up!" i was dead serious.
me to sooz, after she had blood tests done this morning: "why is your caf bleeding? is that where they took the blood from?"
out-takes
after we slept in the same bed again last night, sooz wakes up with a fat lip. i figure i must have punched her in the face when i was having the nightmare about being in world war 2 and some hitler dude was trying to rape and kill me at the same time
me trying to be dead serious with the cute heat guy while having a kleenex box stuck to my foot
i'm sure the girls will post up some other funny things that happened. bottom line: we're seriously considering buying a video camera so we can document all the mishaps of rosedale palace.
on a related note, here are some pics i found from october-ish when the princesses of rosedale palace cleaned up for once
yes, those are ballet slippers and yes i do where them in public
brette is one tough princess
the usual : me and brette hard at work, being tough, sooz doing not much of anything
sooz, doing what she does best. nothing.
and finally, on a completely unrelated note, here's a pics of me and justin from our heart and crown night last friday.
thanks justin. i <3 you!