June 23, 2004
A New(er) Woman
I applied for a credit card last week (excited about 4.9 interest and the opportunity to transfer the balance from my evil, wicked AT&T Universal card) and got a phone call yesterday about it. We verified all of my information and then, right before we hung up, the agent asked, “Wait a minute – what’s your birthday?” Turns out that TransUnion credit agency has listed my birthdate as 1972: one year off from my true 1971 date of birth (also the same year that Nike and Starbucks were born).
An optimist would look at it as gaining a year of youth. I look at it as a reason to contact all three credit agencies and tell ’em to get their (collective) act together.
Freakin' data entry drones...
