Sunday, September 14, 2008

If no creative juices flow...just vent.

Well, a month has passed and I don't feel any closer to my "creative" brain. For whatever reason I keep hoping that the thought of blogging will somehow bring me back in touch with the feeling that I am creative, I can organize my thoughts into some (at least semi) intelligent content and write in a meaningful way. Geez, when I put it like that, and see that I've posted abolutely NOTHING in over a month I feel like a real lost cause. I know I'm not (a lost cause) so I guess maybe I just need to put any old thoughts down here and see what happens.

So here's my rant for the day - I've been a card holder with a certain credit institution for 22 years and have used the card just enough to have it memorized. Despite K1's periodic urgings to burn the card I have kept it because I think that the longevity of my ownership and connection with this card says something about stability (whacked, I know).

Well, a week of so ago I get a NEW CARD and a letter in the mail which explains that due to a potential DATA BREACH, my card number is at risk for unauthorized use and therefore, to protect me my card has been cancelled and a new one issued.

I should be happy, right? Happy that my credit card company is looking out for me. Happy that because of their concern, I won't be held responsible for potential fraud. Happy that in this age of modern technology and the wonders of cyber-monitoring I am safe.

I'm not happy. I am pissed off. Yes, I do respect and even appreciate that the credit card company took the action they did so I won't become a victim, but I MISS my old card number. I feel that a connection (OK, it is absurd to connect to a number, I know...but I still remember my very first driver's license number for God's sake!) has been broken and there's nothing I can do about it. It makes me angry that people out there steal credit card numbers, it makes me angry that people develop computer viruses and hack into security systems or credit card databases and wreak havoc on people. It's just wrong, on so many levels. And now I will have to memorize a new card number.

There, I vented and I feel a little better.

1 comment:

Mama Goose said...

When Ma drove me to pick up my first car in E-Town she told me it was necessary for me to memorize the VIN number - just so I'd shut up for the 15 minute ride there I am sure. I still remember the number...