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Actu­ally, per­haps “Act of Godzilla” is more appro­pri­ate. Merry C got me on the inside track for a job at a law office in Natomas, so a huge thanks to you, Merry C! I went in for the inter­view today, and Kathi seemed really cool, and offered me the job on the spot. I start Monday.

Told my par­ents when they got home from work today, and they were really excited for me, too. They said it was the fastest turn­around on a New Year’s wish they had ever seen, and that I had bet­ter go back to tem­ple and make a nice offering.

Unfor­tu­nately, it’s only a part-time job as a typ­ist, and it only pays $10/hr. That means that the job bounty is still in effect, if you are still inter­ested in help­ing me.

So I got an inter­est­ing let­ter in the mail the other day. I had actu­ally set up my mail to be for­warded to my Min­nesota address the day after I came over here, but Jimmy P says that I still got some at Mon­ster House.

Any­way, a cou­ple of peo­ple asked for my snail mail address, so I was kinda sorta expect­ing some­thing, but what I got was def­i­nitely a sur­prise. It was a let­ter from Wells Fargo, for­warded from Mon­ster House, inform­ing me that the address on my bank account had been changed to 3829 Polton Place Way, San Jose, CA 95121–1934. The funny thing is, I have no idea where that is. It’s cer­tainly not my address, or any of my pre­vi­ous addresses.

I hopped online to check things out, but looks like all my money is still there. I changed my account to my Min­nesota address and also called Joe M and asked him to look into things for me. Today, when I signed onto my account online, I had to answer some secu­rity ques­tions. Which is really, really bad secu­rity. Instead of hav­ing one good pass­word (every­one has a strong pass­word with non-alphanumeric char­ac­ters, right?), you get three easy-to-crack pass­words that are guar­an­teed to be nor­mal words. Some of the “secu­rity ques­tion” answers are actu­ally a mat­ter of pub­lic record and can be looked up online.

So yeah… every­one be care­ful with your iden­ti­ties, or some­one else could soon be talk­ing with your voice. And credit card.

Oh, and Merry C… that’s why I haven’t trans­ferred rent to you yet… I was a lit­tle scared to use my account.

EDIT: I found out this was Les­ley M’s address, and the let­ter was to inform me that ADK’s account had been changed to her address. I for­got that when I trans­fered the account to Aaron L, he didn’t change the address on it. But still, since I didn’t have my name on the account any­more, you’d think it the let­ter would have been addressed to Aaron L.

Long and mostly quiet day today. Did a lot of ran­dom chores around the house. Watched Nick of Time, which has Christo­pher Walken being his usual crazy self. Per­haps a lit­tle too usual in this movie, though. Went to Dol­lar Rib Night with Clint, Merry, Albert, and Nhi. Came back quickly so Merry could catch the sea­son pre­mière of Prison Break.

Today’s quote comes from when we were watching:

I didn’t real­ize that was his nick­name. I called him Wendy for the rest of the episode. Oh, and on a tan­gent, did you know “Wendy” was not a name until J. M. Bar­rie wrote Peter Pan. But then it became all the rage. So make a note and start nam­ing your sons “Wenty.” It is the new hawtness.