This past two weeks.
OK so, once Danny disappeared, i did not really use my bank accounts for awhile. I had quit my real job fairly early on in the whole saga, so no money was going into my account. I lived on a cash only basis.
I paid my rent every week by going in to the Crockers office, I paid phone and power at the local post shop, and all my other bills could be paid directly at the different banks that i made trips to every week. Bill paying time, was about the only time, i went outside in the daylight hours...back at the apartment.
So i guess eventually, like after 6 months...if you have not used your bank account and it has a balance of under ten dollars...the banks just close your account. This is what the ASB did to me, and that was their explanation to me at the time...when i found out that they had closed my account.
When i initially went on my sickness benefit, i did not have a bank account. I could not open one until i had money to replace my drivers license, which had been in my purse on the day that Rob, the safe stealing crackhead from the North Shore, stole my purse, hoping that there was a quarter of an ounce of crack in it. (there wasn't) It was in a little compartment on the drivers side of my dashboard ha...anywayyyy ...i had no identification, that was not expired. I remember saying to Dan at the time, that technically i did not exist. Even if all my id was not expired...it was all in different names! Pick a name, any name. ( i have since picked Sperling ha)
So i had to find a way to get my benefit first, before i could open an account. At the time Tans, was staying with me, so i organised to have it put into her account. That was sweet as. She would just withdraw it for me every week while she was staying with me. Then Billy went overseas, so he left me with his cashflow card, and internet log in details. He did this so that when Tans went back up north, she could just internet transfer the funds into Billy's account, and because i had his cashflow card and internet details it was just the same as having my own account. Right? Well at least until i got my sh*t together to go and open an account of my own...
OR UNTIL HIS FLIPPING CASHFLOW CARD EXPIRED LIKE IT DID ON THE 30TH OF NOVEMBER!!!
OK OK so i pretty much already knew that opening my own bank account was something that i totally needed to do. I needed to get off my ass and do this. I have needed to do this for the past 5 months. Being motivated to do things like this though, has not been my strong point.
I guess God decided to give me the shove that i needed.
So anyway...sweet as. I can't get any cash out, but at least i can still pay my rent and phone bill etc because i can log into his internet banking. I had some cash on me, so was not too stressed. I had enough to get petrol and food for the weekend with the girls and on Monday, i would open my own bank account and be able to transfer the funds from Billy's account to mine. Right?
Wrong!
Guess who used up all her tries at logging in to his internet banking and has now locked the account? Of course that would be ME!
For a self professed intelligent and strong woman...I am so f*cking retarded sometimes.
So now, i am trying to get a hold of Billy...pronto...because now my rent is late...and get him to ring the Kiwibank and get the f*cking account unlocked, so that i can log in to it and pay my bloody bills.
There is nothing worse than having the funds to pay your bills, in your account, and not being able to access those funds. Well not many things worse anyway. Being a hooker was worse...and so was being on drugs...but you get the idea.
What a beautiful day. I am just waiting for the girls, then we are off to Western Springs, for Nixon to have a treat run, since he has been locked up inside my little place while, Hurricane Kill Jackie's Garden was going on outside.
Outta here,
From your friendly financial RETARD.
OK so, once Danny disappeared, i did not really use my bank accounts for awhile. I had quit my real job fairly early on in the whole saga, so no money was going into my account. I lived on a cash only basis.
I paid my rent every week by going in to the Crockers office, I paid phone and power at the local post shop, and all my other bills could be paid directly at the different banks that i made trips to every week. Bill paying time, was about the only time, i went outside in the daylight hours...back at the apartment.
So i guess eventually, like after 6 months...if you have not used your bank account and it has a balance of under ten dollars...the banks just close your account. This is what the ASB did to me, and that was their explanation to me at the time...when i found out that they had closed my account.
When i initially went on my sickness benefit, i did not have a bank account. I could not open one until i had money to replace my drivers license, which had been in my purse on the day that Rob, the safe stealing crackhead from the North Shore, stole my purse, hoping that there was a quarter of an ounce of crack in it. (there wasn't) It was in a little compartment on the drivers side of my dashboard ha...anywayyyy ...i had no identification, that was not expired. I remember saying to Dan at the time, that technically i did not exist. Even if all my id was not expired...it was all in different names! Pick a name, any name. ( i have since picked Sperling ha)
So i had to find a way to get my benefit first, before i could open an account. At the time Tans, was staying with me, so i organised to have it put into her account. That was sweet as. She would just withdraw it for me every week while she was staying with me. Then Billy went overseas, so he left me with his cashflow card, and internet log in details. He did this so that when Tans went back up north, she could just internet transfer the funds into Billy's account, and because i had his cashflow card and internet details it was just the same as having my own account. Right? Well at least until i got my sh*t together to go and open an account of my own...
OR UNTIL HIS FLIPPING CASHFLOW CARD EXPIRED LIKE IT DID ON THE 30TH OF NOVEMBER!!!
OK OK so i pretty much already knew that opening my own bank account was something that i totally needed to do. I needed to get off my ass and do this. I have needed to do this for the past 5 months. Being motivated to do things like this though, has not been my strong point.
I guess God decided to give me the shove that i needed.
So anyway...sweet as. I can't get any cash out, but at least i can still pay my rent and phone bill etc because i can log into his internet banking. I had some cash on me, so was not too stressed. I had enough to get petrol and food for the weekend with the girls and on Monday, i would open my own bank account and be able to transfer the funds from Billy's account to mine. Right?
Wrong!
Guess who used up all her tries at logging in to his internet banking and has now locked the account? Of course that would be ME!
For a self professed intelligent and strong woman...I am so f*cking retarded sometimes.
So now, i am trying to get a hold of Billy...pronto...because now my rent is late...and get him to ring the Kiwibank and get the f*cking account unlocked, so that i can log in to it and pay my bloody bills.
There is nothing worse than having the funds to pay your bills, in your account, and not being able to access those funds. Well not many things worse anyway. Being a hooker was worse...and so was being on drugs...but you get the idea.
What a beautiful day. I am just waiting for the girls, then we are off to Western Springs, for Nixon to have a treat run, since he has been locked up inside my little place while, Hurricane Kill Jackie's Garden was going on outside.
Outta here,
From your friendly financial RETARD.
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