We are at RED ALERT here at PartofthePrecipitate Industries these days. In likely karmic payback for the worst thing I ever did ;. I have been struck by a quirky case of identity theft.
You see, it’s my crazy-pants sister.
I’m not going to shine my saint halo too much here, but I’m a bit flummoxed. Of all my siblings, I’d say I was the one who treated her the nicest. Now don’t get me on the “Aha,” anonymous friend. I’ve never told her it was ok to rob me blind, I just never beat the shit out of her. I also remembered her birthday and never got mad at her for having a disorder.
So today, I’m calling my credit card companies trying to piece together what has been done. I have thus far found two accounts that weren’t authorized. Apparently the fraud was rampant enough to completely shut down my instant access to credit reporting as well, because I could not get mine online.
We are on red alert, dear reader. I guess all I have to say today is, “Thanks for the Identity Theft, Sis! Merry Fucking Christmas to you too.”