So I just got a replacement card from HSBC, right? After they were unable to figure out where I lived despite my going into the branch and filling out a change of address form.
I am looking at my card right now, the one I just got, oh, maybe last week.
It says it starts in February, right? 02/09. This is good as it's when I got the card.
Expiration date? 01/09.
I mean, REALLY. It's like the stamp with the upside down airplane in it. How did they do this?
And I call the customer service agent, whose name is Nicole like mine is Prathima, and tell her about this, and she says, "Yes, your card has expired, we will need to send you a new one."
THIS IS THE NEW ONE YOU IDIOT! AAARGH!
Anyway, I'm off to Pilates. The real mystery is how I managed to use this to pay for anything because I sure have. Unfortunately I won't be able to pick it up any time soon because I don't have any photo ID what with my passport being off at the US Embassy. But here's where HSBC is going to help me - they won't be sending out the card with the correct dates on it for two weeks. WOOO.
I'm just back from "Over There," a freaky play about German reunification that had scenes reminding me of performance artist Karen Finley. Amusingly, after watching an actor smear his body with food, I'm now sitting at home eating rice pudding and drinking Madeira. It's great to be close to these yummy Indian sweet stores and be able to pick up a few Gulab Jamun on the way home.
Which reminds me, I should plan dinner for the weekend, since I'm going to be eating at home for three days in a row. I can pick up some things tomorrow at the good butcher's and then not have to run out to pick up things. It should be a quiet weekend by my standards and I'm looking forward to it. I would really like to get in a round of Agricola.