I've Been Scammed

My Zoom session with my fellow BC stutterers was cancelled. It shouldn’t have been cancelled because one person, our convenor, was sick. We have two leaders so that this needn’t happen. I am going to be (gently) bitching about the cancellation. 

However, the cancellation led me decide to make bread instead, and I tried some new things. I used half milk and half water instead of all water, I added some cooled melted butter into the dough and after the first rest and rise, I flattened the dough into two 9” X 12” rectangles, and then I rolled the dough up into the loaf shape. Also, for the first time, I brushed my risen loaves with butter to get a brown crust.

While the bread was resting for the second time, I fed the brood and then I put the loaves into the oven. Once it was done, we headed into the village to do some shopping and on the way home, we stopped at Rollo Park for another walk. Once back home, I had some chillin’ time to watch an episode of Grand Designs.

I felt very good all day because I was back in control of my eating. I am killing it when it comes to not rebounding back into fatness. I knew I was going to be successful from the get-go, but now I’ve been living my new dietary pattern for five months and I’ve not regained any weight. And I’m never hungry.

The bread rose well during the second rest. This bread is better than my last batch and more like the first batch I made which was my best. But I still need to practice more. I love the smell of yeast in the house, and I love having a slice of freshly cooked bread when it comes out of the oven. As time passes, I will get better at savory baking.

Fuck. Just fuck. I got a call late in the afternoon. The caller said that he was calling from Vanity, my bank. He said that there were suspected fraudulent transactions and he began to ask me questions. I was extremely reluctant to answer him. I thought he was a fraudster, so I asked him to call back, and I could see Vancity and I trusted him. However, I was wrong.

We were on the phone for over half an hour ‘cancelling’ scheduled payments for cryptocurrency totalling just over four grand. But in fact, he was putting them all through. So, then I called Vancity and that’s how I found out the guy was a fraud—a fraudster who could make the word “Vancity” show up when he called me and who could send me emails from Vanity.com.

I was on the phone for almost an hour with the person I called and who was truly a Vancity customer service agent. My VISA account has been cancelled, and I am locked out of my bank account. I can’t make transfers or pay bills, and all my automatic payments will fail until I can give them all my new VISA card number. The new card will be here in ten days.

Now, I wait. I wait for a ‘secure’ email from Vanity wherein I can write out what happened and I can attach all the emails sent to me. This is part of an appeal process to restore my four grand. I feel dirty. My Day was ruined.

The secure email never arrived. Perhaps it will come today. Perhaps a Vancity fraud person will call. Perhaps I will feel better tomorrow because I still feel dirty about been scammed. But life goes on. I’ve been trying to understand how I feel, and it seems that I am bothered more about having talked with, and duped by, an immoral asshole than I am about losing money.

Today is a new day. Sheba and I shall likely walk with our friends and time will reveal what will happen at Pinecone Park today. I may write to my bank manager to let him know what is going on because I dread having to talk to people on the phone.

Fuck. Just fuck!