We got a letter last week telling us about how much more we'd be paying for PCI Noncompliance and not having a card reader with chip card technology. Okay, we don't even have a card reader with any technology, we don't take payments in person. It's all done via the internet and I fill out their little compliance thing every year. The next time will be in September.
Of course the letter doesn't have a phone number or who to contact with questions. There was a website for "training". Yeah, I don't think I need training for filling in a form. Besides, I don't fill in anything, the customer does.
Today, I call. Takes about an hour of time to get the final answer. "You're good, don't worry about it."
You know, they're polite. They ask me how I'm doing. I say "I guess pretty good, I haven't punched anyone in the face yet." Nervous laugh on the other end, I mean, what are they supposed to say?
Which brings me to the point of this post.
I've got my edge back. My sharp sense of snark. And I'm loving it.
It was buried before I started the Lexapro. Then it went way deep while on the med. I didn't even notice it was gone. Until it came back.
And it's WONDERFUL!!!!!
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