Tuesday, September 3, 2024

A seventy percent day?

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I was just hoping on thirty percent being one hundred percent?  Or such.  And, I may yet add two hundred, three hundred, percent, to the bill?  Maybe.

The phone.  I had to be up, and out, by 08:30, or so.  And... a bit of a drive.  For the price, and seeming quality of the phone, I was willing to take the risk.  It checked out.  I bought it, and the fellow his coffee.  Of course, it still had to be hooked back up through.  For now, just through verizon.  For now.  Had to check some things.

So, to the store, again again.  I had forgotten to bring my new long in.  So... had to go get that.  couldn't find it, but did reset it?  Right.  But... not, apparently, for the correct email?  Gah!  Fuck them all running!  I was getting a bit hot.  But, it looks like the staff has learned how to bypass that, or has my file open.  Troublemakers... do make trouble.

Anyway.  So... got it all working?  Email was showing up.  So, since I had items for a return?  I went in to return them.  Then my email jacked up, saying my password was hacked.  Wouldn't let me in.  Mad?  Yeah, mad.  Because nothing on the phone would allow me to change the password.

So, home.  I got on the password thing immediately.  Changed it in two seconds, or such, on my computer.  And, yes, I checked to make sure it would go through, and show the emails, and the contents I needed.  I will check, again, before going to town.  Bleh.

Still, two out of three, so far.  I hope to do a few more things yet today.  Ugh... business... that has been delayed for... a while.  Ugh.  So many things you can't do without a phone, or text, or... else.  Need to back away from a lot of these things though.  They steal, not just data.  Yes... yes they do.  No one cares, because for most people it doesn't seem to matter.  As long as life is easy.

Burned up out there.  The driving, the sitting, the exchanges, the more driving, the efforts, the conversations, memory.  Bleh.  It's been a tough day.  Even so, I think I can get a few bills paid.  Later.

2 comments:

  1. I'm sure I'd figure it out after a time, but what you're going through with the fones makes me want to really disconnect. Intrusion, spying, the only thing that gives me hope is that they are collecting soooo much info on us that the can't analyse all the data. Information Overload!!! They'd have to target you as an individual, frankly, we aren't that interesting or important. They think we're sheep.... Let them think that...
    "I aim to misbehave"

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  2. I am going to see how far I can go with it. The reason most people don't, is because they honestly can't. There is too much on their plates, as is. And the technical details are beyond them.

    Even what I do is probably... irrelevant. Though, who knows.

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