I was just thinking about how nice it is to be back in Victoria. Right now the sun is shining through my parent’s livingroom window and I’m postponing doing the admin tasks of my trip back home.
Two days ago I made an appointment for today to open an account with the Royal Bank. By doing this, I could make use of my Canadian credit rating.
I should probably point out that I can already use my Canadian credit rating by using my CIBC VISA. The problem with CIBC is that if I mailed them a US cheque it might take them a month or more to verify and deposit the funds into my account. CIBC’s not capable of doing (or it’s not possible to do?) an “international direct deposit” type thing, and I’d have to call or fax them just to get money transferred from one of their “US Funds” accounts onto one of their $35/yr US VISAs cards. No thank you! So nix those ideas too.
The Royal Bank has an affiliate bank in the US (“Centura”, I think?) that would help me keep my finances consolidated in Canada. The way it would work is that I’d mail my paycheque to a Centura branch in the middle-eastern US (they don’t have any branches in the southern US), and they’d deposit it for me into my Royal Bank bank account. Then I could use my Royal Bank VISA card to access my funds.
The main benefit of going with Royal Bank over CIBC would be the speed of the deposit approval. The problem with either bank is I could get dinged on the exchange rate twice: (1) when I deposit my cheque and (2) whenever I make a transaction.
I’m going to just stick with the “zero-credit” approach I’m using right now through the Bank of America. The centrepiece of this approach is my “check-card” — basically a debit card that works anywhere a VISA card works, including the internet. It’s reduced my big desire for a credit card.
So I went to cancel my appointment to open an account with the Royal Bank. I called the number they gave me on the front of the little appointment card that Aaron so helpfully scheduled for me. After wading through the voicemail system for 3 minutes and waiting on hold for a further five (I had to press “0” 3 times just to get in the “your call is important to us” queue) , I decided it just wasn’t worth it. For all I knew the local number on the card probably silently redirected me to their Canada-wide phone exchange and I’d have to explain how I wanted to be connected to this particular branch on Shelbourne Street. So I hung up. They can deal with me not showing.
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Me update
It’s been a crazy weekend. [warning: post discusses getting sick; may not suitable for the easily queasy]
Executive summary:- Friday
- 10:30am: Meet Michael D for coffee; Hillside Starbucks; Kathy is working; I had two grande Americanos; run into Mr. Holman while talking to Kathy with Michael
- Eat with a few good friends at South Bay Restaurant. Do *not* eat here. (More on this in a later post).
- 7:30pm. Bowling at Mayfair Lanes
- 11:30pm. Home
- 12:30am: Boston Pizza Hillside with Davin and Jim. Geek around with digicams and are a general pain in the arse for our waitress
- 3:30am: Home again.
- Saturday
- 8:45am. Wake up. Unsettled stomach — throw up Boston Pizza!! @!&$*#%@ Feel much better.
- 10:15am. Arrive at Cup Of Joe’s cafe in James Bay for breakfast. Ordered the “I can’t believe it’s so cheap” special. Do not start eating it. Order glass of milk to calm stomach.
- 10:46am. Recognize signs of impending extreme stomach upset. Make way to Cup of Joe’s washroom. Throw up glass of milk and earl grey tea. Feel better.
- No jacket. Freeze to death in rain waiting for the #28 bus home from downtown.
- 1:00pm. Home
- Head aches. Lie down.
- Two minutes later Get up. Wake Davin. Check/send email to keep Hilary and Michael in the loop about going to Vancouver trip with Davin and Mina to see Jimmy Van M.
- Create, confirm mastaur travel plans to Vancouver. We will try to get the 5pm ferry.
- 1:20pm. Back to bed.
- 2:20pm. Woken; trip to Vancouver cancelled. Jimmy Van M is sick.
- Call Hilary, can’t get a hold of Michael; suggest Grant Plant at Hush for later that night instead.
- 4-8pm: Fever and headache. Pampered by family. Very nice.
- 8pm. General miserableness
- 8:30pm. Daniel calls. He leaves for a week tomorrow. Evolution at 10pm? Not sure. He will call back before he goes.
- 9:20pm. Miserableness. Call Daniel, Hilary, cancel with both.
- Sleep
- Sunday
- 4:30am. Headache goes away after ingesting tylenol bought by dad in the late hours of saturday night. Ibuprofen did not help.
- 6:30am. Temperature returns to normal
- 12:00pm: Get up
- 1:50pm: Screw up Starbucks’ SKUs by switching to a box of Tazo Chai for Tazo Awake.
- 2pm: arrive at Maryanne’s place; give her box of tea; chat about her trip to India with Todd; discuss the problem of having too much beer and 10 dozen veggie burgers! Not very allergic to her cat, that is good.
- 6:20pm. Pick up Sarah; explore Coquiltz Park, watch Spielberg’s “Catch Me If You Can”; a good conversation or two.
- 1:40am: home
There are a few pictures from all of this, to be posted soon… - Friday
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Airports and Internet
Just spotted a timely article over at the New York Times about internet access in airports [free registration required].