Not-So-Speedy Dressage
From Endurance to Dressage
That's not exactly what I said (to more than one customer service rep and one guy over the counter), but I think you get the idea. I am not saying I've been at my most gracious this week, but by God, give a girl a freakin' break! You might remember the online betting FUBAR situation I had last week. (and I use that acronym as it is intended. Look it up here if you don't know the real meaning.) If not, you can get caught up to speed here. Warning: This post contains adult language and is not intended for younger viewers. Last you heard, I left off with the plan to give the online betting service a call on Friday so that I could begin collecting my winnings without paying a $45.00 collection fee. I sat down at my computer, cracked my knuckles, and dug in. As instructed, I requested a payout and used the comment box to notify the site that I was utilizing my once a month on Friday only option for a non-fee payout. I immediately received an email that stated that my request for payout had been received but would now be under review. They had 24 hours to do this. WTH? I am not making this crap up. They seriously told me I had to have my request for payout REVIEWED!!!! So … I waited 24 hours. I didn't hear back. That's when I got really pissed and started sending MULTIPLE requests for an account review. I might also have made a few snotty phone calls as well as a few on-line chats that were less than polite. Nearly 48 hours later, I received an email that stated that my money would now be available from MoneyGram within the next 12 to 36 hours. Again, I waited more than 36 hours before I drove to a designated MoneyGram store. That counter was closed. I drove to another location only to find that it, too was closed. It could have had something to do with the fact that it was a Sunday. By the way, did I mention that my husband had long since received his check from Churchhill Downs by simply clicking a few links and waiting for the mail to arrive? I didn't? Well he did. So, to continue … On Monday evening, I returned to the first MoneyGram location and inquired as to whether I had any money waiting. The cashier, who could clearly see that he was daling with a very angry bitch ready to explode, backed cautiously away from me and hesitantly explained that the MoneyGram counter was CLOSED! Without thinking about it, I muttered, "Mother Fucker" as I turned to leave. Please don't think that is how I typically handle myself in public. I am a fifth grade teacher for Pete's sake. I have an image to uphold. I am a respectable citizen with a respectable job. I felt like Chevy Chase in National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation when he goes batshit crazy over not getting his annual Christmas bonus. If you haven't seen that scene, please check it out. That is exactly how I've felt for the past week. By this point, I was in so deep that I wasn't going to quit until I had that money in my hands. I drove down to Albertson's (grocery store chain). I should point out that I was wearing breeches and Mudruckers as I had just finished my Monday evening lesson. I smelled terrible, looked terrible, and was quite frankly, scaring people. It was also after 6:00 p.m. I marched up to the service counter at Albertson's and was helped by a very kind clerk. No matter how many ways she checked, there was no money for me. I went back out to my car, got my cell phone out, and looked up the email that CONFIRMED that I had a MoneyGram waiting. I returned to the counter, the clerk read the email, typed in every number listed, and still shook her head. I know she was sure I was getting ready to go postal. I thanked her, genuinely, and went back out to my car. I hunkered down and dialed the online betting number. I tried to be polite. I swear I did, but when he asked if I had requested my MoneyGram reference number, I admit that I YELLED, "what fucking reference number?" I have sent these people copies of my credit card and driver's license. I have filled out every form they've requested and waited for every 24 hour time frame that they've stipulated. I read the rules. Nowhere, and I repeat, NOWHERE did they say I had to request the MoneyGram reference number before I could collect my money. My outburst was met with immediate silence; he hung up. Oops. I guess even foreigners of disreputable gambling sites don't don't like to be cussed out. I drove home, took a deep breath, and redialed the site. By this time, my husband had begged me to just let it go. I clearly wasn't going to be able to collect our winnings. But that's not how I operate. I am worse than a dog with a bone. If you want something done, get me to do it; I don't quit. Ever. When the next operator answered, I tried desperately to be civil and polite. I requested my MoneyGram reference number, and he gave it. But then a little voice whispered, I think there is more. And so I asked, is there anything else I need? There was a slight pause before he answered that I needed the sender's name. For the next ten minutes, I asked is there more, only to be given the next "clue" in the chain. Ultimately, I had a lengthy reference number, three names (all hispanic), and the city and country of origin - Managua, Nicaragua. I laughed out loud. No wonder I couldn't get my money. I was clearly dealing with some shady South American drug cartel. No offense meant to the legit drug cartels. When I asked the guy why I hadn't been sent this information before, he shrugged his shoulders (I am guessing as I couldn't actually see that part) and gave me the ever evasive, I don't know. Bingo. With reference number, the name of three guys, and a South American country in hand, I returned to Albertson's. It was now almost 7:00 p.m. When I appeared at the counter, a different clerk was waiting, but she had seen me earlier in the evening and quickly offered to get the first clerk. She had clearly drawn the short straw and was no doubt regretting coming to work that day. I asked her to just try the reference number to see what we got. And wouldn't you know it, the number worked. She asked if I was Karen and if the MoneyGram was for $250. OH MY GOD, yes! I squealed. Within moments she printed out the check (I asked if she could cash it). I walked out of Alberston's with my very hard earned $250. Now I am waiting patiently for my identity to be stolen by some South American named Gustavo Manuel Enriquez.
Judy
5/14/2014 12:14:07 am
OMG! Congratulations to my little pit bull Daughter! Take that Mr. MF Enriquez!!! Now Karen, enjoy your "free" money...and do not allow your OCD self to stop and figure out how long it took you to get it and then break that down into an hourly wage....you'll just risk blowing an artery! XOXO 5/16/2014 11:14:02 am
You know me so well! That is EXACTLY what I did. I complained for hours about how many hours that took and this was all I got?! :0) And I LOVE your MF Enriquez - damn him!!!! :0)
SprinklerBandit
5/14/2014 12:16:51 am
That is completely nuts. I never was an online gambler, but definitely not going to try now. 5/16/2014 11:15:30 am
Wanted to, but Sydney's hoof created a vet bill so … :0) OMG. I'm at work. Choking with laughter on my coffee, trying desperately not to spew it on my monitor and keyboard. It's dribbling down my nose. But GOOD FOR YOU!!! Ha! Now its time leave bad online reviews in at least 5 different places, spilling all the secrets on how everyone else can get their money with only half the headache you've had. 5/16/2014 11:18:22 am
:0) 5/16/2014 11:19:05 am
I sooooo wanted to just quit, but I simply couldn't let them keep my money. I HATE that kind of crap! :0)
Val
5/14/2014 07:53:41 am
To paraphrase The Walking Dead, they must have been sorry when they realized they were screwing with the wrong gal. Comments are closed.
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About the Writer and RiderI am a lifelong rider.
I began endurance riding in 1996 where I ultimately completed five, one-day 100 mile races, the 200-mile Death Valley Encounter, and numerous other 50, 65, and 75 mile races. I began showing dressage in 2010. Welcome to my dressage journey. About Speedy GSpeedy went from endurance horse to dressage horse. After helping me earn a USDF Bronze medal in the summer of 2020, he is now semi-retired. Speedy is a 2004, 15'1 hand, purebred Arabian gelding. His Arabian Horse Registry name is G Ima Starr FA.
About IzzyIzzy was started as a four-year old and then spent the next 18 months in pasture growing up. I bought him as a six-year old, and together, we are showing at the lower levels. He is a 2008, 16'3 hand warmblood gelding. His Rheinland Pfalz-saar International (RPSI) name is Imperioso.
National Rider AwardsState Rider Awards
State Horse Awards
Working Towards:
CDS Sapphire Rider Award Third Level: 63.514% Third Level: 62.105% Fourth Level: Fourth Level: 2023 Show Season
Show Rating (***) CDS/USDF/USEF (*) CDS (s) Schooling (c) Clinic (r) Ride-a-Test Clinic 2023 Show Schedule
TBD 2023 Completed … Pending 2023 Qualifying Scores
Regional Adult Amateur Competition (RAAC) Qualifying Training Level 3 Scores/2 Judges/60%: Score 1: Score 2: Score 3: Archives
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