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I'm feeling out of it this morning. It's my own fault - I didn't get home until eleven from the baseball game, and I had a beer. Well, okay, more than one.

Great game though. The Giants won, which is always a bonus. The air was clear but not too cold. Our seats were eight rows behind home plate. Jamey Wright (the pitcher) hit a double.

Now I just need to recover enough to pretend to work today.

Another reason why I bank at credit unions

I stopped by one of the ginormous national banks yesterday to deposit money from this weekend's event. While I was there, I received some unwelcome news.

Apparently, I wasn't a signer on the account.

This was news to me, especially as I turned in the paperwork six months ago. And have written checks in the meantime, not that banks actually hand-check signatures. That lapse meant that no checks bounced, fortunately.

The branch that I had gone to was quite busy that day, and it appears that they simply passed the signature card to the central depository - they didn't bother to, say, update the account with my name.

I have no complaints regarding the person who worked with me yesterday - he was quite helpful. But as for the rest - jerkwads.