All information (driver's license, bank records, credit card records, written request) has been faxed to Paypal. Once again, our donations are completely at the mercy of Paypal. If their "we assume every customer is a lying, cheating thief until they prove otherwise" department hurries up and realizes that I'm trying to run a charity donation drive, the money will be heading to the Red Cross. For some reason, I'm not going to hold my breath. It's the experienced cynic in me.
Oh wait, here's an update:
Dear Richard Kyanka,
This message confirms that we have received the documents you faxed to PayPal regarding Case ID PP-102-838-544.
The documents have been successfully attached to your PayPal Account and will be reviewed shortly.
We review faxed documents in the order in which they are received and generally require 3 to 5 business days to process these documents. Once we process your faxed documents, we will contact you about the status of your PayPal Account.
Also, at the last count, you guys donated a whopping $27,695.41 to the relief fund. $27,695.41. I still can't even grasp the magnitude of your generosity. $27,695.41, in less than nine hours. Along with my $3,000 donation, that's a total of $3,836.92 AN HOUR. That's insane. No matter how frustrated I am with having no business, no website, and no Paypal customer support, I'm still blown away with you guys. If the SA community was a living human being, I'd plant a big fat kiss on your face.
On 9/4/05, Marc Weston [email protected] wrote:
Hurricane Katrina has caused countless tons of human waste, toxic chemicals, and abrasive poison to flood the streets. It's also done the exact same thing for the Internet. You folks taking this opportunity to troll me, to threaten the lives of myself and my family; you really need to reassess your values in your life.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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