The Email Scammer Project 2


Here’s the latest bit of spam to pop up in my inbox.  This one is from The Central Bank of Nigeria, or is that “N i g e r i a.”  This little bit of spam doesn’t even pretend to be deceptive.  Or well-written.  If they’re going to fraud anyone out of their hard-earned money, they’ll have to do much, much better.

Your payment with the C e n t r a l Bank of N i g e r i a

FULL NAME. (2) FULL MAILING ADDRESS (3) C O N T R A C T REFERENCE NUMBER/C O N T R A C T SUM (4) YOUR DIRECT CELL TELEPHONE NUMBER. (5) YOUR BANK ACCOUNT DETAILS. Details of your payment will be made available to you upon our receipt of the above requested information. Sincerely, Mr Adebayo Adelabu Deputy G o v e r n o r, Corporate Services. Tel:- +234 80 35698296

The Neck


Today was rough.  I sometimes pull muscles in my neck or trapezius when I do overhead dumbbell presses.  It tends not be the type of pain that’s enough to cause you to scream out in pain (unless you turn your head the wrong way, then Yikes!) but is an insidious sort of pain that just lingers.

I took an ibuprofen yesterday (should have taken two, Damn it), and have been riding it out today.

Normally, these type of things don’t particularly bother me, mentally speaking, but today I saw a rejection letter in my mailbox–in the past I have been almost glad to get them because they at least imply that someone looked at my resume–but today I was being hit from too many fronts, and couldn’t brush it off.

So I have come to the conclusion that rejection letters aren’t good enough, though I don’t know what else to do.  The days of walking into someplace with a resume are gone, and I honestly think that there are too many filters out there between employers and the unemployed.

That being said, I am going to keep on keeping on.

 

 

The Email Scammer Project


It mystifies me how anyone falls for email scams.  Anything so blatantly playing upon my doubts, fears and concerns would almost immediately put me on guard, though clearly not everyone thinks the same because according to The Telegraph, a British newspaper, one in ten fall for them.  

That’s a lot of people, though I shouldn’t imply that Britons are the only people that fall from them because in Oregon someone lost $400,000 to them.

Almost half a million dollars.

Personally, I find such letters fascinating.  Typically I, at least, scan everyone I receive, just to see how it moves me.  

The most recent that I have got is from a Miss Felicia Luna, which I have included below.  

My Dearest One,
 
This is Miss Felicia Luna from Trinidad & Tobago. I am writing from a hospital in Ivory Coast, therefore this mail is very urgent, I am dying in the hospital which i do not know what tomorrow will be. I was told by my doctor that i was poisoned and has got my liver damaged and can only live for some months, and my step mother is the one that wants to kill me, to take my belongings since after the death of my Father.
 
I have a little orphan child, named Martins Henry and $ 2.5 million Dollars i inherited from my late father, my step mother and her children are after Martins because he knows about the documents of the money and about the poison, for this reason they do not want Martins to expose them, so they will do anything possible to kill him, so i want you to help him out of this country with the money.
 
This is the favour i need when you have gotten the money: -
 
(1) Set out 20% of the money to establish Martins as he has been there for me through out my illness and I have promised to support him in life. I want you to take him along with you to your country and establish him as your son.
 
(2) Give 30% of the money to handicap people and charity organization. The remaining 50% should be for you and others that you would love to assist.
 
Note; This should be a code between you and my orphan child in this transaction “Hospital” any mail from him, the Lawyer he will direct you to, without this code “Hospital” is not from Martins, the Lawyer or myself as I don ‘t know what will happen to me in the next few hours.
 
Please do get back to me so that I can give you the contact of my orphan child Martins Henry, he will give you the documents of the money and will direct you to a well known lawyer that i have appointed to him, the lawyer will assist you to change the documents of the money to your name to enable the bank transfer the money to you.
 
And Let Martins send you his International passport to be sure of whom you are dealing with. Martins is so little therefore guide him. And if I do not hear from you, I will look for another person or an organization.
 
May Almighty God bless you and use you to accomplish my wish. Pray for me always.
 
Miss Felicia Luna.
 
I responded, mainly to see what their response would be.  I also have to admit that I did so because I know that I am too smart to fall for such obvious scams.  
 
It’s also a bit arrogant, but there you go.
 
What can I do to help?!
 
 

Frustration, Thy Name is Verizon!


VerizonToday I noticed something interesting:  I was on the Internet, which is at the moment the only route I have to the world outside my relatively immediate surroundings–which I should also add is at this point is almost as important as having a roof over my head–when my connection speeds began to move to a crawl.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, they soon virtually nonexistent.

I got on the phone with Verizon–all filled with piss and vinegar–and spoke to a representative who was I am pretty certain was not even on this continent.

As an aside, that bothers me because there are lots of Americans who could do the job just as well, though for some reason it’s okay for a company to lay off thousands of people stateside, but hire internationally and/or raise executive salaries.

But I digress.  After ranting for awhile about how frustrating this was becoming (the same thing happened last week) we began to (I assume, which I’ll explain momentarily) troubleshoot.  It involved cycling my computer and modem, as well as emptying the browser cache on Safari and Firefox.

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‘The Strain’ Of Dealing With Cable Companies


While what constitutes “sex” may differ from one person to the next, the thing is, when most of us see it, we know it.  I bring it up because for the past few months I have been watching television shows that I wouldn’t normally have access to, online.

Sure, part of it is because I am unemployed, and can’t afford cable.  But you know what?  Even if I weren’t I wouldn’t pay for TV.  My viewing habits are pretty locked in at this point, and I like what I like, and what I don’t, I don’t.

For instance, I am not particularly into sports, so for me to pay for a channel that broadcasts them is a waste.  The same thing for the various flavor of reality shows out there.

Unless you’re talking about those that deal with tattoos.  Tattoos are awesome.

And I live in reality everyday.  I don’t need a television show to remind me how dull it can be when you don’t have someone editing out the slow spots

(Unless they revolve around people with tattoos because, as I have already stated, they’re awesome).

And do you know who’s to blame?  How about the cable companies themselves.  If they weren’t hoarding their programming as if it were gold (and in a sense it is.  Shows can cost millions to develop) then I wouldn’t have to find other means to watch them.

And I understand that the problems start with you start multiplying the amount of people that are doing so.  The thing is, some networks get it.  They understand that there will always be people who will watch their content using methods other than those that they would prefer.  Because, in this instance, HBO understands that they are creating a product so popular that people will go through all sorts of means–other than actually paying for it–to watch their programming.

Fireworks


I am particularly tough on myself when it comes to photography, which I am able to do because it’s something that enjoy (otherwise, I would just get frustrated and move on).  The thing is, for the last four or five years, taken some pretty mediocre 4th of July pictures.

It’s not that they were terrible, far from it.  It was more of a case that they weren’t as good as I thought that they could be.

But I think that I have finally cracked it.

My latest fireworks photos, if I do say so myself, are pretty good.  There’s a small issue with smoke–though that’s due more to where I was positioned more than anything else, and under the circumstances is not something that I am going to worry about.

Fireworks

 

As I said, some of my best work.  Now that think that I got the important stuff down, next year the goal will be to find a spot where the wind is working with me, as opposed to against.  You can check out more of my photos from my Flikr feed on the right.

 

The Emperor’s New Shoes


New Balance MT101GB

New Balance MT101GB

This is a picture of my latest pair of running shoes, New Balance MT101GB’s.  A way that I can get good shoes for less is to wait till the new model comes out, which usually means that the prior model is sold for less than half the price of ‘new’ shoes.

In better times it’s also the way that I purchase computers.  I don’t have to have the latest machine with all the bells and whistles when a machine that’s close in performance will do just as good.

I’ve always tended to purchase sneakers this way, if only because what I care about is that the shoes are good performers, not if they happen to be the latest model.  The latest version of these shoes cost at least $100, while the earlier model cost $40.

And you may be asking why it is that a person that’s unemployed is spending their time buying running shoes.  It’s a valid question, but misses the big picture, which is that I enjoy running.  It keeps me balanced and exercises my body as well as my mind though most importantly taking care of my feet keeps them healthy, because I need them and want to keep them as health as I can.

unemployment blue


Wanted Advert 1Friday, I learned that a job that I thought that I should have aced, I didn’t, and it feels like a kick in the stomach. This is such a frustrating process because all you know is that, typically, that you didn’t get the job.

You generally don’t get the how’s or why’s, and if you do, they often don’t make any sense.

It’s all mildly depressing…so why fight it? Why pretend that what is obvious–the frustration, the worries, the fears–isn’t?

So I allowed myself to be frustrated.

Then I began applying for jobs again, despite the most I seem to be getting for it is a collection of rejection letters and no aid from The District, since the Republicans in the House of Representatives have decided that five months is enough time for anyone to be out of work.

Despite that the politicians, and Republicans in particular, don’t seem to be doing anything to make the situation any better.

Because that would illustrate once and for all that government can do good as well as ill, and we can’t have that, can we?

shoot-out at the audubon


doeThe PortraitScene work last Sunday was a really good time.  How it worked was that there were about twelve photographers–including myself–as well as a representative from Portrait Scene.  They had recently had a special in Groupon, so we all were shooting pictures of the people who choose to take advantage.

We were working at the Audubon Naturalist Society, in Chevy Chase.  The landscape was beautiful and the weather more than accommodating for picture taking.

Hopefully I’ll get a callback because during the summer months it’s a great way to earn a little change on weekends as well as take pictures, which is something that I really enjoy doing.

The doe on the left I saw when we were leaving Audubon.

It left me exhausted though.  I had been running the day before, and had not yet recovered from that, on top of getting up the next day at sixish to make sure that I got there by nine..  It’s a policy that works well when I am trying to get to places that I have not been before prior because it provides a bit of cushion.

As things stand, I arrived about ten minutes late.  Not too shabby considering we were scheduled to be working for four hours.

potentialities


IMG_2739I got a call from a company called PortraitScene–they found my resume on Careerbuilder–and it appears that they do pretty much what they advertise, which is to take portraits.

They’re having a session this Sunday, which I plan to attend.  I have no idea how things will go, but I am not exactly in the ‘choosing’ position at the moment.

And besides, it’s the first call I have received that has nothing to do with insurance.

I enjoy taking photos, and it’s something that I am good at.  Selling insurance, not so much.

Which is not to say that I am being critical of people who do.  We’ve all got shite, and someone has to insure it.

It just isn’t going to be me.

Besides, as much as I hate the idea of being unemployed (that’s not quite true.  I don’t hate being unemployed more than I hate the idea of not knowing where money is going to come from.  For instance, if I were to win the lottery–which I rarely play because, seeing that the odds are so against me I might as well just burn my money–I would be perfectly content spending time going to school or whatever I feel like doing at the moment) I hate even more the idea of doing something that I think that I will hate–I have never worked in insurance before.  Who knows?  It could be awesome–but from where I stand, I’m just not seeing it.