The Bloody Doors Off

Whelp.

I ain’t shit-canned.

They said they think of me as part of the family.

Which was awesome to hear.

They recommended I inform MasterCard, and file a fraud claim..

For those keeping track, I’ve reported to the credit card company (who won’t open a dispute because I’m the one who bought the fucking cards), and initiated a report with Toronto Police Service.

In other news, the left side of my teeth have been professionally cleaned (the right side happens on Thursday). Yes, I’m a wuss. I got freezing done.

Life goes on.