Posted by Leigh on August 29, 2008
I hate spam. I hate spammers. I hate the statistics I read on spam, where 33% of users have actually bought stuff from spam emails, because it only means that spamming is going to get worse.
All I can say, is how gullible can you get? How many people actually fall for some of this garbage emails that we receive? Do people really think that multi-millions of dollars are going to come to them through an emailer that doesn’t even know your first name (even when your name is your email)?
This last garbage mail that I received really jumped out at me though and gave me a good laugh.
It’s supposed to be from a bank manager, but it comes from a yahoo email address, under the account name of “Development Bank” (How cheesy), and has a long list of other people it was also mailed to attached. (Guess I can now spam all those other email addresses since he was so nice to give them to me.) 
Guess it was meant for all those other people who abandoned millions of dollars in banks around the world!
African Development Bank
NO.97 Tudu Express way Accra,
Accra Ghana.
From the Desk of The Manager, African Development Bank
Attention Beneficiary,
This day, one Allen Jo Walker, came to my office to let us know that you are DEAD, and before your death, you instructed him to come for the claim of your funds in the tune of US$6.2Million that was long abandoned in your name with African Development Bank.
So here comes the big question:
i) Did you authorize Mr. Allen Jo Walker to come for your claim?
ii) Are you truly dead?
If (NO) you are hereby advice as a matter of urgency to reconfirm the details of this message withing 24hours, hence your funds shall be wired into her account without any more delay.
Lastly, you are advice to reconfirm the details of this message and get back immediately with these information’s below:
Full name………………………………
Direct telephone number……………….
address…………………………….
Age……………………….
Occupation………………………..
Bank name…………………………
Bank address…………………………
Bank account…………………………
Account type………………………….
Note: these information’s above must be provided for reconfirmation to enable us make payment to you, hence, your funds will be remit/wire into her account as already provide to this management.
We wait for your urgent response today.
Regards,
The Manager
African Development Bank.
Direct Contact: +233-240-216-473
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Not to mention all the other holes you can poke in their story:
First off they call you Beneficiary, then they tell me that I have a long abandoned account in my name at their bank. Would that be my real name, or is the account in the name of “Beneficiary” since they don’t really know my name? lol If I really had an account at their bank, wouldn’t they know my name?
Then they are emailing me to find out if I’m dead? Wouldn’t a telephone call be easier? Why can’t they just let me rest in peace! What a crock!
Now what about the horrible English. If this was really coming from a bank manager, it would have his name on it not “The Manager”. And if it was a bank that dealt with Americans much at all, he would also speak perfect English, or at least have a translator that does.
I would love to see statistics on the number of people that fell for this type of email, is there really someone out there that gullible? If so, I’ve got a multi-million dollar deal for them!
Yeah, I’m bored. If I step foot outside, I fear that they’ll have me in a trench some where fishing in the mud for a hammer that was dropped, or something worse, like digging up septic lines again. It’s not always a benefit coming from a construction oriented family. It’s also a dirty job, (But Someone’s Got To Do It! - That’s what i would hear if I spoke up around my family!)
Have a great Labor Day Weekend!
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Posted by Leigh on
First off, I’ve got to say: This is my hundredth blog post, that I’ve actually kept on the site…. Yea!
Next, Thank you to Jim!
Yes, I’m stressed, frazzled and getting bent out of shape…. Can you tell? The construction is getting to me! Every morning the guys sit down and come up with a new time line… Every afternoon that time line goes out the window. Lately it seems nothing is going right. We’ve been waiting four days to hear from the electric company on how far the pole can be from the road…. and they just finally got back to us this morning.
The drywaller that the modular home dealership sent out made such a mess that I almost blew my top when I saw it, and he’s disappeared with the job less than half finished.
I have been hearing nothing good about the dealership in general lately. I can’t say how many people have called to complain to me about how this particular dealer has screwed them over, and all I can wonder is why didn’t they call me before I had my house ordered through them? Why wait until it’s almost time to move in?
But on another note, we really haven’t had any problems with them yet. They call and try to change something on me, and I just flat out tell them no. I want what I want and when I want it. If they don’t carry it, then why did they sell it to me?
My plumbing hardware is all wrong, but I accepted that. I’m not changing anything else. I wanted all Delta, I got all peerless. I wanted two handles every where, but got the one handled ones that are so hard to adjust. I complained, they knocked a few hundred bucks off of our house for it.
They broke the lights I had specially ordered, they replaced them and sent me five extras at no charge (just in case more get broke).
The caulking on my kitchen counters looks like my five year old did it, and I flat out told the guy my son could have done a better job, they sent someone out to fix it immediately.
So although we’ve had problems, they’ve taken pretty good care of us. But is it because of who we are? Is it because we’re not the average customer?
My cousin “Uncle Terry” is the man who owns the construction company that sets all of their houses. Do they fear that if they make me unhappy he’ll quit working for them? And as there are only a few companies in the area that do this, they might be screwed. None of their other customers could have gotten that crew to set on such short notice, but we did because we’re family.
Do they fear that because my Dad is a prominent construction company owner that if they piss us off that we’ll spread the word and they’ll lose business because of it? Or my Uncle Denny who owns a prominent excavating company?
Either way, I don’t like what I’m hearing about the dealership, but again they haven’t really irritated me that much yet.
But I am stressed out! We all are! It’s killing me to be a basement dweller because of utility companies. I have a brand new house, just about finished and I’m living in a cold damp one room basement apartment with my husband and two kids. My dogs aren’t allowed in and it’s driving them and me crazy.
I’m at the end of my rope, but just keep telling myself that it’s almost over…. I hope! (The latest time line has us moving in around the 11th of September. and that still almost two weeks away.)
My kids start school on Tuesday, each of them starting a new school. So that’s more stress on top of the house stress. My baby boy starts junior high, my baby girl starts kindergarten…. Yes, they still seem like babies to me!
My business is going flat because I’m turning down more and more work due to being displaced, and having to hover over a pool table desk with a dang dial-up connection. Yet more stress!
And every time I start to write a blog post, I find myself rambling without a point… lol…
So please, dear readers, don’t let me scare you off…. Forgive me for my craziness! I promise soon I will be back to myself… Just as soon as I’m living comfortably in my new home, of course for the first week I’m in it, I’ll be in my huge garden bath tub, trying to soak off weeks worth of mud, and my three dogs will probably be in it with me
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As we get closer and closer to our move in date, at least I hope so, we’re all spending more and more time up at the new house, hauling in boxes, cleaning up inside and out, hooking up utilities and all of that fun stuff. Unfortunately, we have had rain for days on end now, and the whole place is one giant mud pit.
I, jokingly, last night, after the stop by the insurance sales people, stuck up a sign on a tree by the new lane that read “Welcome to Our Mud Pit”. It was written in sarcasm, and anger, as I’m tired of people stopping to see what’s going on. You can clearly see that we are not living there yet, as the stickers are still on all of the windows, and there are no steps into the house, just a 3 foot jump, and at the back door a few cement blocks stacked up to make the jump a little easier. Not to mention all of the equipment sitting around, waterlines sticking out all over the place and pieces of PVC pipe lying everywhere you look. And the house is still empty, which you can easily see through my huge front windows, from the road without ever pulling in the drive.
Does this stop anyone from dropping by for a ‘visit’? NO!
Come on people! Use some common sense! Would you want to stop working to give tours of your new house, having people drag mud all through it, before you’re even living in it? Well I don’t.
I’m tired of all the nosy neighbors hoping for a tour. They stop up for some trumped up question or something, and then sneak “Well, can I see the new house?” into the conversation. Then they don’t even want to remove their caked up muddy shoes to get a tour!
I haven’t even moved in yet, but I’ve already had to scrub the carpet twice, hauling water up from my mother house, and with a bunch of extension cords plugged into the make shift outlets dad hooked up on the electric pole!
So this morning, I got angry! (Hmm… could the stress of living with my parents be getting to me? How about the stress of trying to finish up the house? Because I seem to have a very short fuse lately!)
One of my great aunts and her grandkids stopped out this morning as I was sitting in a puddle holding on to a water line so that it didn’t sink in the mud, while I waited for my father to run down to his house to get the fitting to hook it up. She just wanted to stop and see how we were doing, or so she claimed. How the heck did it look like I was doing? I was sitting in the mud soaking wet and covered in mud. But by the way, could they sneak a peak inside the house while they’re here?
I almost screamed at her! This is an aunt from my maternal grandfather’s side, who won’t even talk to us at family reunions, which by the way are held at the campground directly across the road from my new house. I probably haven’t even talked to her in five years or more, so why the hell would she stop just to see how we’re doing? Nosy Witch!
I just flat out quit trying to be nice, and told her NO. I’m busy, and it’s too muddy to have children traipsing through my new house, on my celery colored carpet (which I’m already regretting getting, because it’s much too light colored for a mud pit.) She looked offended. Oh well! I simply told her that if and when we ever get moved in, I’ll have an open house so that every nosy person in the area can see our new place. Then she looked really offended, Yea! At least I accomplished something fun today, I pissed off someone I don’t like!
So what is it with new buildings that draws people like flies? 90% of the people who have stopped out since the house was set are people who would normally not give me or any of my family the time of day. They’re the people that I pissed off during the land dispute over my property over five years ago, my mother’s paternal family. So for five years they do everything they can to cause me problems, they spread nasty rumors about us, and all that other small town revenge crap. Then when they see us doing something that interests them, they come back acting like they were your best friends all along. Garbage!
The rest of the people are the ones from my husband’s side of the family. People who haven’t even talked to him in years, all because he married me and well, they’ve never liked me because I won’t play their games. They don’t even live in this area and are driving over an hour trying to get a preview of our house. What bull! They never came to visit before we started building! You think if you haven’t ever had a nice word to say to me, that I’m going to take time out of my busy schedule to cater to your whims, get a freakin’ life!
As of this morning, after nosy old Aunt C. stopped out, I changed my sign at the driveway to read “Closed for Business”. Hmm…. I wonder if that’ll stop all our the nosy people from bothering us.
The whole time I offend people and make signs, my dad sits on the backhoe laughing his ass off at me. I get my attitude from him, and he seems to think the way I deal with people I don’t like is hilarious! But who’s laughing now Dad? I’m inside, finally clean and dry, playing on my blackjack, watching you out the window still working in the mud and rain! (of course, I’m supposed to be turning on each faucet and looking for leaks under the sinks and such, now that my new place finally has water!)
Two utilities down (water and sewer), four more to go! (electric, fuel, telephone, satellite) Then it’s down to just getting all of the inspectors out to approve and sign off on everything, and the excavating of the front yard. Then it’ll be move in time! I can’t wait!
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