Irony is the Shackles of Youth

Some of you who followed me since LJ might remember I had an issue with my email address. Basically, it boiled down to some lady in Indiana (which was weird, because when it started, I lived in Indiana) had a very similar name to me and kept using my email address when registering/purchasing things. This led to me knowing about her vacation in France, when she ordered pizza, and (most disturbingly) her kids Little League baseball schedule. I was finally able to reach out to the Little League and get them to ask her to PLEASE stop using my email as I now knew way, way, way too much about her life.

Guess what? It's happening again. Except instead of the email using my real name, it's for my Tsaiko gmail account. I now have a reservation confirmation from Japan Airlines for a Japanese lady in my inbox. It's all in Japanese. There's another email associated with it that I could forward it to, but I don't speak Japanese. I don't know how to tell this lady that she had accidentally used my email address.

I just... I can't believe this is happening again. In the exact same way. The last multi-year email problem started with receiving a confirmation email from the airlines.

My life.

So some of you may remember about me receiving confirmation for a trip to Paris and then later on login information for wi-fi access on a train from Paris to my email. Three guesses what I got today, and the first two don't count. If you said "An email for this lady again" you'd be right.

Seems Ms. Lastname has enrolled her boys in baseball camp and put my email address in as the contact. I got a receipt with her name and address, so now I know who the person is and where she lives. I tried emailing the camp back to explain the problem, but it bounced. Seems it was an auto email address that you can't reply to. A live person did contact me asking about the boys ages and I was able to inform her that she will need to contact Ms. Lastname in another fashion because she has once again given out my email address as hers.

But you know, now that I know Ms. Lastname's full name and address, I am sorely tempted to do a reverse look-up on her phone number. Maybe having the internets calling her will get her to realize that using the wrong email address for stuff can be a bad idea. I can just imagine the conversation.

"Hi Stacy[1]! How have you been? How are things over in Nowhere, OH? I hear the boys are going to be at baseball camp this summer. Pretty exciting. Did you enjoy your trip to Paris? It sounds like so much fun. Where else did you travel? I know the train ride there must have been interesting. Who is this? This is the person whose email address you keep accidentally giving out. That's how I know all this shit about you. Stop doing it." *click*

I think my good deed of the day is not moving forward with this idea. Stay good, Tsaiko. Stay good!


[1] Name and location changed so there is no hope of Ms. Lastname accidentally finding this post.

Back in October, I received an email from Expedia about a trip to Paris, France. It was obviously an error so I sent a polite email letting the person who sent it to me know they had entered the wrong email address.

This week I received a confirmation from Thalys for Wifi service on the train. Obviously these people are not only going to Paris, they are taking a train to other European cities. And still inputting the wrong email address into websites.

The email included not only my email address as the login, but also this person's password question and answer. Technically, I could rest their password with this information.

Man, they are so lucky I am an honest soul.

ALL I WANT TO DO IS BACK-UP MY COMPUTER LIKE A GOOD USER. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? IS IT?!?! WHY IS THIS SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS THING TO DO? WHY?

Some of you will remember than in mid-September I had some issues with my email account. Basically my university offered the chance to migrate to an "upgraded" account which wound up being glorified gmail. This is a problem because Gmail while nice, is not secure and cannot be used by research assistants like me. After going for 2 weeks with no email whatsoever, I finally got my old account back. Everything was find and dandy until a week ago when suddenly, I stopped getting email.

At first I thought I had just hit a lag in the emails. That happens occasionally. But the days stretched on and I was getting nothing. Last night, I sent myself a test email. This morning it wasn't in my inbox.

There's a place where you can go to check to see where your email is forwarded to. I am very familiar with this page because this is where IT kept sending me when I was having email problems before someone with half a brain realized that if it didn't work the first six times I changed it, it wasn't going to work the seventh and maybe something else was wrong. I went there just to check.

At some point setting changed from the correct email address to the account that is unusable to me. Unless I'm going crazy (and granted my mental state right now is a little unstable as I try to figure out how to get this mess sorted out), I sure as hell didn't change it. Either is happened spontaneously or someone thought that because I had the umail account I must want all my email to go there and changed it. I AM FURIOUS.

I have changed it back and am now waiting for the change to take affect (instantaneous my ass) so I can forward all the emails I've missed over the last week to my actual email account as opposed to the insecure one.

Then IT is getting a very, very nasty email because I told them almost a month ago I wanted this unsecure email account deleted so stupid shit like this wouldn't happen.

I AM SO PISSED AT MY SCHOOL'S IT DEPARTMENT RIGHT NOW I AM SURPRISED MY HEAD ISN'T SPINNING AROUND WITH FLAMES COMING UP FROM THE GROUND BEHIND ME. PISSED I SAY!

I HAVE SENT A STRONGLY WORDED EMAIL TO THEM AND I DEMAND AN ANSWER.

THIS DAY SUCKS.

I AM ON THE INTERNET FROM THE APARTMENT!

And all it took was a 54 minute call to my girlfriend to fix what the bloody installer broke.

Had my second run in of the creepy persuasion yesterday in the new apartment. The first run in was when I came home and found a rather good size spider sitting on the carpet in the middle of the living room. I got a cup, scooped him, and deposited him outside. Let him eat other things that might try to enter the apartment.

Yesterday I found a dessicated millipede sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor. It was... surreal.

I think UPS is trying to deliver the modem I need to get on the internet at the apartment. The only problem is they keep trying when I'm not at home. I am going to stay at home tomorrow in the morning (I have enough hours at work to do that) so i can be there when it's delivered.

I WANTS MY INTERNETZ!

( Behold the triumph! )

Last but not least, I've been working slowly on stories. Picked up and wrote some on Race the Wind. I've decided to stop fighting the story and just write whatever part I feel like writing instead of trying to make it go in order. It's the only way it's going to work.

Don't know if I'll post it out of order. I may make you people wait. XD

Phone service at the new place with be activated on Friday the 15th. I don't think they'll need access to the apartment. At least, I hope they don't because I've got a meeting on campus where they will finally, finally train me for this job. I'm rather pleased because local and long distance is going to cost me less than just local at the old place. Then I turn my attention to Comcast to see about cable and internet. Oooooh. A website. Let's try there first.

*insert hysterically laughter here*

Their "basic" internet package costs more than cable/internet combines at my old place. Holy crap. Adding the most basic of cable packages would double the price to well over a $100 a month. They're also asking me about cable modems and other stuff I'm not sure about. Right. I'm going to be discussing this with miome before I click on anything.

In other news, I have discovered the library on campus. It is crack for bibliophiles. I have also discovered that they have a very strange concept of "art" on this campus. If you come into the library and look up, you'll see a huge clear plastic spider sculpture hanging above you. I mean huge. The body alone is bigger than I am and the legs span about three times that. It's kind of pretty, in a disturbing way.

It makes me want to bring my sister on campus and show it to her without warning. XD

I think I'm going to stay on campus until lunch (there's a special at one of the university cafeterias where lunch is a sandwich, chips, and drink for $5), then I'm heading back to the apartment to stare at the blank walls and read the rest of the yaoi manga scans that skylark97 sent me some time ago. They have been a life saver.

What I'm not allowed to do is spend any more money. -_-

As always, go to Dance of the Hours to read my thoughts. this time on the Buffy Musical aired last night.

And in other news, Utopian Trunks noticed me! WHEEEEEE! I am such a fangirl, yes I am.

To be honest she actually noticed me on the LJ friends page of my friend Kari in the entry where I was talking about Fortunecity. Just in case that wasn't a one time event, I figured I'd update everyone about the Fortunecity thing. It ate my pictures. That's why they aren't appearing on my pitas page. And it also crunched one of my stories. Sigh. So I have to fix it sometime.

That's all for now.