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It happened in the blink of an eye. My world, upside down. It came without warning, hitting me hard and fast. I remember it like it was yesterday.
I had just arrived at the garden party. Things were going well. Introductions were being made, niceties were exchanged. It seemed as though it was revving up to be a wild night. I only stepped out for a minute. I had to feed the dog. I slipped away without telling anyone, thinking I’d be back before anyone even knew I was gone. That’s when it struck. Disaster.
I got back to the party in 5 minutes, 10 tops. I knocked on the door. No answer. Huh. This is odd. I know there’s a party going on. I was just there. I knock again, beginning to feel a hint of nervousness. C’mon, Myfico, let me in. Nothing. All I hear is nothing. I’m floored. I don’t understand. I knock for the third time & again am met with silence. Running through my head is ‘knock-knock-knock, Penny? Knock-knock-knock, Penny? Knock-knock-knock, Penny?’ I question whether I may be losing my mind. I shake my head & then hang it in confusion. When I look up, there is a message on the door. It seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Finally, an explanation. In hindsight, I should’ve looked away but at the time I couldn’t peel my eyes off of it. The sign reads: the url you have requested is not available or has been removed. WHAT?? OMG, NOOOO!! WTH?? THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING! I DON’T GET IT! WHAT HAVE I DONE? SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!! I was afraid, for I fear what I do not understand. Did I catch a virtual std? No, that’s impossible. I’ve always been very cautious. Why can’t I get in? Have I been hacked? Is this how that works?? I need a plan. The only thing I know for certain is that I must get back in.
I calmed myself until I felt once again capable of reason. I need to find another point of entry, since Mozilla denied my request. I never liked Mozilla, anyways. He was always kind of a jerk to me. I approached the nearest window I saw (Internet Explorer). Nope, that’s locked as well. What is this, some kind of conspiracy? Ok, fine. I’ll try the back door (Chrome), which I discover is on lockdown as well. I am now highly agitated, mostly stemming from fear. Like I said before, I fear what I do not understand. I begin to pace. I have broken out in a light sweat. This is crazy and I don’t like it. For the next 2 hours, I go back and forth from the front door to the window to the back door. Still nothing. I feel as though I may cry. During what hopefully would have been my last trip around the house, I see another sign. It reads something like: MYfico is closed for maintainance. Sorry for any inconvenience. Although I’m so frustrated that I should scream, I simply sigh with relief. Finally, an answer.
I am completely drained, emotionally exhausted. I opt for bed. I toss and turn for hours. I wake to find myself approaching the computer in the middle of the night, but catch myself before I do anything that may appear obsessive. Set the mouse down and slowly back away, I tell myself. I succeed. I order myself back to bed.
In the morning, I force myself to wait an entire hour before returning to Myfico. I know I cannot emotionally afford a replay, yet here I am.
The first step to fixing a problem is admitting you have one.
Hi. My name is Sunshine and I am a FICOholic.
Wow, you're an excellent writer. Got me sucked in reading all the way, took the words right out of my mouth in your post!
Hi, my name is yudeology101 and i'm also a FICOholic.
@yudeology101 wrote:Wow, you're an excellent writer. Got me sucked in reading all the way, took the words right out of my mouth in your post!
Hi, my name is yudeology101 and i'm also a FICOholic.
Omg, thank you!
My name is Gunnar419 and I'm a MyFicoholic.
But you didn't take the words right out of my mouth, Sunshine. I was also pounding on the door in the early hours this morning, but I'd have never in a kabillion years come up with such a hilarious way to describe the experience.
LOL and kudos, Sunshine! Your story made up for all the long hours that our favorite support group was so silent.
@Gunnar419 wrote:My name is Gunnar419 and I'm a MyFicoholic.
But you didn't take the words right out of my mouth, Sunshine. I was also pounding on the door in the early hours this morning, but I'd have never in a kabillion years come up with such a hilarious way to describe the experience.
LOL and kudos, Sunshine! Your story made up for all the long hours that our favorite support group was so silent.
Ha! Glad to be of assistance. Although I admit that at the time, I absolutely failed to find the humor. But they say (and I do not profess to know exactly who 'they' are) that if you can't laugh with yourself, make for damn sure you can laugh at yourself.
Today I find myself being extra sensitive to the dog. The poor thing acted like I was coming unravelled last night when I had at one point thrown my face in my hands & whimpered, "Oh my God, no! Wth? I OBJECT!" She hid under the couch. (If only dogs could talk. Now THAT, my friend, would be hilarious.)
@MidnightVoice wrote:
Almost 7 years ago, Midnightvoice saw the potential for FICOholics. You're an inspiration!
@Shogun wrote:
@MidnightVoice wrote:
Almost 7 years ago, Midnightvoice saw the potential for FICOholics. You're an inspiration!
Hahaha! Wow. No sneaking up on him. He saw me coming from a mile away.
@Shogun wrote:
@MidnightVoice wrote:
Almost 7 years ago, Midnightvoice saw the potential for FICOholics. You're an inspiration!
myfico has been around for 7 years?!!! Where have you been all my life? Lol