I have been waiting anxiously since Monday to get my PIN number in the mail. Of course, I can send a letter and it amazingly gets to the place I send it (not in Peoria) two days later. But this PIN number that is coming from a bank that I was standing in on Monday. Took 5 days. Not an incredibly long time, but still, come on already. It's an important piece of information I need to get back into my brain.
So the big question that I've had all week of still not being able to remember my PIN? Will I remember it when I see it? Or was it lost forever in this brain of mine? The moment of reckoning came today when I got the mail. Emily was as anxious as I was to see what would happen when I saw it (that might be a slight exaggeration, but she did put down what she was doing to be fully in the moment with me because she is a good roommate). I opened the envelope, unfolded the paper, looked at the number. And I'm just not sure. Definitely not a number that had popped in my head at any point during the week. But the more I say it to myself today, the more "normal" it feels.
I did laugh at the instructions in the letter:
1. Memorize your PIN. Then, destroy this form. (Ummm...bank people who will only mail me my PIN number if I forget it in another 6 years...I might just be hanging onto this in a safe place instead of destroying it.
2. Never write your PIN on your card or carry it with your card in your wallet or purse. (Okay, I get this one, but it still would be convenient to have it in my wallet somewhere, but I won't be doing this, even for convenience sake.)
And there were 4 more instructions, all really starting with a bold word. I won't bore you with those. Just your average, don't share it, report a stolen card immediately, shield the terminal keyboard. Things we all know to do. But this girl is definitely keeping this piece of paper somewhere (don't worry, I probably won't remember where it is if I need it, but for right now, it makes me feel good to know it is somewhere for reference.)
1 week ago