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Credit Bureau Security Freeze: The (Mostly) Pros and (Few) Cons

As you may recall, as the current identity theft drama materialized, a fraud specialist at Experian recommended placing a “security freeze” on my accounts at all three credit bureaus, Experian, Equifax, and TransUnion. Since she sounded like she knew what she was doing, I went ahead and did that.

And know what she was doing, she certainly did.

Yesterday, after having spent the entire day trying to reach a human at Social Security by way of rerouting my direct-deposited SS checks to the new credit-union account, I finally stumbled upon a live person, late in the afternoon. I’d tried to register myself with SS’s online site and failed, so called a “Help Line” tech — instead of the hour and fifteen-minute wait to reach a human at SS’s main phone number, it only took about ten minutes for this woman to surface.

She said the reason I couldn’t register online at Social Security is the security freezes I set up at the credit bureaus: The government’s site checks with credit bureaus before allowing just anyone to claim they’re you and get online as you.

I said, “So, now I’ve got to go to these bureaus and undo all these security freezes before I can get my check?”

Actually, I was so upset, so frustrated, and so scared that at least one and probably two or three checks are not gonna reach me that I started to cry.

She said no, she could manually enter credit union’s routing number and new account number, which she (purportedly) proceeded to do. Let’s hope she succeeded!

She then said having a credit-bureau security freeze is a good thing, because it goes a long way to prevent identity thieves from hacking into the Social Security Administration disguised as you, even if they have your SS number. Although it doesn’t protect you from all forms of identity theft, it goes far enough toward blocking credit-card and Social Security fraud that she suggested keeping it on the credit bureau accounts permanently.

Consumer’s Union, which has been among those lobbying for security freeze laws, points out that a security freeze costs you a one-time fee of just a few dollars or, in some cases, nothing — credit “monitoring” is an ongoing fee-based service — and it’s more effective because it proactively prevents anyone from opening an account without your permission. All credit  monitoring does is notify you after the barn door has been opened.

A security freeze is different from a fraud alert, which you can also establish with the credit bureaus. A fraud alert tells creditors that you have alerted the credit bureau of possible fraud but does not prevent them from viewing your records. A security freeze prevents prospective creditors, insurance companies, and employers running background checks from seeing your credit file unless you give your consent.

And that is a very, very large benefit when it comes to protecting your privacy! It’s huge.

The trade-off is a degree of inconvenience: for you to open a new credit instrument (such as a credit card, a car loan, or a mortgage), you have to go to all three credit-union sites and jump through the telephone punch-a-button hoops to enter a PIN and lift the freeze long enough to get your transaction through. Then you have to go back and punch buttons again to reinstate the security freeze.

This is not very difficult, though. And not difficult at all compared to the enormous hassle and grief occasioned by an identity theft. On average, most people have to spend 40 hours cleaning up the mess created when some crook opens a credit account in their names.

The credit freeze does not affect your credit score. You still can get your annual credit reports for free. Your existing creditors (and their collection agencies…) can still view your credit files. And the credit freeze does not stop nuisance “pre-approved” credit-card offers from showing up in the mail or by phone.

There are some kinds of fraud the credit freeze does not guard against. For example, the increasingly popular income tax fraud — whereby the hacker fills out a fake income tax return and has a tax refund sent to the address of his choice — is outside the purview of this device. Obviously, if someone steals your credit or debit card, he can rack up some bills (or, with a debit card, drain your bank account and credit reserve). But for anything where a credit search is required, this tool is very valuable.

The State of California has a law that gives you a right to put a security freeze on your credit records. The state’s Web page describing the security freeze is worth bookmarking — it not only explains the process and how to install a freeze, it gives you tools for recovering a PIN should you lose it.

Consumer’s Union recommends that you protect yourself with a security freeze if you’ve learned that your Social Security number has been compromised in a security breach, if your mail has been stolen, if you’ve already had an incident of identity theft, if you’re in the particularly vulnerable age group of 18 to 24, or if you have to carry around a card (like a Medicare card) bearing your SS number.

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Arriving at this knowledge was a freaking nightmare, I’ll tellya. Yesterday devolved into a true day from Hell.

I showed up at the Social Security office in search of a live human right when they opened: 9 a.m. Three parking spots remained in the lot, and one of them was a disabled space. The line to get past the security guard was out the door.

Fortunately, I’d brought my computer so I could work on a client’s book. Took a number and sat in the only open seat that had a little room around it.

There was a reason for that: in front of me were two street people. The woman was high on some sort of drug — in the course of her endless droning conversation with her pal, she remarked that she was taking an extra-heavy dose of oxycodone. The man smelled bad.

Between this woman’s nonstop babbling and the guy’s stink, I couldn’t focus on my work. Finally another seat opened up across the room and I was able to dodge into it before another customer could beat me out.

So I sat there for an hour and a half!

To no avail: at 10:30 I had to leave to go to a real appointment. Thence to La Maya’s house for lunch. By then I was so rattled I carried a bottle of wine over there for a house gift…i.e., as the day’s drug of choice.

La Maya doesn’t drink much, but in due time La Bethulia showed up, fresh from a job interview that sounded extremely promising. So between the two of us we consumed about 4/5 of the bottle.

Back at the Funny Farm, the telephone awaited. After first trying to get through on the Social Security web page, I did have the luck to reach the CSR described above and, with any luck (please, God!!) got my checks routed to the new checking account.

Meanwhile, the magazine writing students had posted their final papers: 15 of those also awaited. Read papers until about 9:00 p.m., at which point I fell face-forward into the sack.

In all this flailing around, I forgot to plug in the lights I hung in the trees to try to protect them from the frost. So the lime tree will probably lose about a third of its canopy. Still…at 6 this morning, before sunrise, it wasn’t cold enough to destroy the oranges, I don’t think.

Thank heaven for small mercies.

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This post was kindly included in the Carnival of Personal Finance at Money Life and More.

Identity Theft Aftermath…arggghhhhh!

Or, one might say, gaaaaahhhhhhhhh!

“You may continue to hold, and a representative will be with you as soon as possible”…blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat …

Spent an hour chatting, in person, with the assistant manager at the credit union about the annoying community college district’s having blithely handed over every goddamn iota of my personal financial information to identity thieves. She knew whereof I spoke, in spades: incredibly, the District had sent her the same apocalyptic message I got, but she has never had anything to do with any of their colleges or with anything else related to their entity in her ENTIRE LIFE.

It begins to get hilarious.

Given the hard-copy message, whose credibility we cannot assess under the ridiculous circumstances, we decide that the most prudent course is to assume that the data has been hacked, rather than to take a chance on making the opposite assumption and regret it later. Since my accounts there only hold about 13 grand (the entire amount of my 2014 living expense needs), if money is siphoned off, then the CU (read “FDIC”) will cover it as long as I clue them within 60 days of an illegitimate transaction.

We confirm that it’s possible to create a new account for me within the credit union without my having to lift the security freezes now in place at all three major credit bureaus (Experian, Equifax, and TransUnion).

So, Assistant Manager Renée, a very nice lady and wondrously together, says that now that we’ve changed the account number, effectively closing my account and opening a new one in ONE swell foop, I need to call every merchant that engrosses money from my account automatically (that would be all the utility companies plus my long-term care insurer) and clue them to the new account number; and forthwith I must get ahold of Social Security and give them the new account number, since they deposit my Social Security payment digitally.

So first off I call Social Security. …blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat blat … “Your estimated time is…

“1 hour and 15 minutes“

Moving on…

• City of Phoenix Water Services: “We’ll send you a form.”

• Southwest Gas: “We’ll send you a form.”

• Salt River Project (electricity provider): CSR takes routing and account info but has a difficult time understanding that the credit union will post this month’s bill even though there’s no way SRP can get its act together in time to apply the new account number to this month’s bill. He thinks I’ll have to pay this month’s bill with a check.

• Metlife: HOLY mackerel! Straightaway I reach a human being and she has good sense. Or at least she seems to. She takes the new information and the old routing number and says all will proceed without a hitch. That’ll be the day, I think. Privately.

• Cox is paid a set figure through bill-pay. I’ll have to go into the new account and reset the bill-pay info.

And as for the accursed community college district, which caused this whole mess and which has shared my bank account information with the entire fucking universe: I told them to send whatever further paychecks they emanate by snail-mail. You can be sure that outfit will never get its corporate paws on another bank account number of mine.

This will add a significant new layer of hassle, since depositing snail-mail checks is a major pain in the proverbial ass. But it’s one helluva lot less of a pain than the present endless series of hoop-jumps.

Tomorrow I’ll have to DRIVE TO THE GODDAMN SOCIAL SECURITY OFFICE, be sure my stupid little pen-knife is NOT in my purse, trudge in there, wait around for half an hour or more, and then try to make a face-to-face CSR understand a) what’s happened, and b) what needs to happen.

By and large, however, experience suggests the face-to-face CSRs are a lot smarter and a lot more knowledgeable than the phone representatives, who routinely dispense incorrect information. That notwithstanding, however, based on the outcomes of past exploits it is reasonable to expect that I will miss at least one Social Security payment and so within a few weeks will end up back at that office doing battle again.

ogodogodogodogod it’s not good to know too much

Cat Wars: Fortification of the Castle

The Queen of the Universe’s Realm being on the verge of open, declared warfare with the neighbors’ loose cats, today we spent a number of hours fortifying the ramparts. Enough was about enough when I caught Cassie eating, as dogs will do, one of the little gifts Other Daughter’s tabby likes to spread around the backyard. But now we see that Tabby has arranged a détente with the black-and-white predator belonging to the renters across the street.

Where before she would try to kill this interloper, of late she has entered a pact with the beast, not only standing down from all warlike acts but indeed, engaging in a peace treaty and alliance. The other day the two of them were spotted perched together atop the backyard wall, presumably searching for Abert’s towhees to kill. And so now enough is decidedly, definitely, indisputably enough!

On reflection, I really couldn’t bring myself to do Tabby in with a dose of rat poison. In the first place, the potential for overkill is obvious. But more to the point, it’s hard to bring much animosity to bear on this pretty little cat, and harder still to bring it to bear on her innocent, sweet-natured, dumb-as-refined-sugar human.

All the commercial cat-repellants, when reviewed, appeared to be pretty useless. At Amazon, a reviewer even suggested the best use of one of them would be as a kitty treat. The cinnamon scheme looked altogether too folkloric, and having tried ole-wives’ remedies (like cayenne) in the past, I chose not to waste my time and money. Other than electrocuting or poisoning the damn cats, something needed to be done.

Something mechanical. Something to discourage them from entering the yard.

Briefly, I thought of revisiting the Dragon’s Teeth, strips of one-by-fours embellished with roofing nails and wired to the top of the wall. Back in the day, these served their purpose, which was to discourage further vandalism after a local entrepreneur did $10,000 worth of damage to the pool. But they’re gross, obtrusive, and radically eccentric. The neighbors already think I’m crazy enough. They don’t need any more encouragement.

But how about a more discreet version thereof? How about, say…dainty carpet tack strips?

These are cheap. They’re not so bizarre-looking, unless you’re staring hard at the wall. And those sharp little tacks hurt like the dickens when they stab. Why not?

So the other day I picked up 100 feet of tack strips at Home Depot: $19.

Today I finally had some time to work on this little project. Of course, a storm is blowing in and it’s colder than a bigod out there So, numb fingers, runny nose and all, nothing would do but what I had to spend half the day attaching carpet tack strips to the tops of the walls.

Time-consuming (amazingly!). Boring. And annoying. But the westside and back wall are now armed. All that remains to fortify is the east wall.

I don’t think this looks half-bad...certainly not compared to the late, great dragon’s teeth:

P1020721Hardly visible, eh? Really, the only way you can appreciate the full glory of the looniness is to climb up on the woodpile so you can look down on the top row of the fencing block:

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And y’know what? If that’s what you take it into your head to do, you pretty much deserve what you get. 😉

LOL! I’m pretty sure these will work to repel the enemy, at least for the time being. And when he finds his way around them? Yeah. Barrels of boiling oil!

Four more papers to grade, and then choir. And so, to work…

Mass-Produced Identity Theft

Hey. What’s a little identity theft when you can do it big-time? Why be a piker about it?

My beloved part-time, parsimonious employer, the Maricopa County Community College District, sent out a notice to a large number of its 8,000 employees and 2.4 million students to the effect that thanks to a couple of underpaid and under-competent IT workers in HR, a potentially vast amount of personal financial data has been breached. After dark on Friday evening, when of course it was too late for me to start calling financial institutions, I received a form letter from Chancellor Rufus Glasper reporting that “we determined that your…name, address, phone number, e-mail address, Social Security number, date of birth, financial and bank account information, certain demographical [sic] information, information related to your employment, education and training…may have been accessed.”

They’ve been emphasizing that this is a maybe situation.

But how did they find out about this? From the FBI, that’s how: last April, the feds found a website selling information kiped from the District’s HR records.

Did you catch that? Last April was seven months ago. They’ve known about a major data breach for seven months and are only just getting around to sharing this little tidbit of information.

So the only “maybe” about this is that “maybe” some of us will be able to protect ourselves by shutting down every bank and credit card account in our names and slapping iron bars around our credit bureau accounts.

They’ve hired some outfit called Kroll Advisory Solutions to do “continuous credit monitoring and enhanced identity theft consultation and restoration.” This company’s web page is inaccessible — apparently their servers have crashed, no doubt under the onslaught of tens of thousands of MCCD employees and students trying to get on. But when you call the phone number the District provided, the people you reach haven’t a clue. All they can tell you is that there “MAY” have been a breach. When asked exactly what their company does, they don’t have an answer. So that multimillion-dollar contract appears to be window dressing.

Holy cr@p.

Started making phone calls about 8:00 this morning and was on the phone — or on hold, or stumbling through interminable punch-a-button mazes — most of the day.

Fortunately, thanks to the PF blogging, I happened to have a number that would reach a human at Experian. It proved impossible to get past the robots at TransUnion and Equifax, but on the advice of Experian’s fraud expert, I managed to set up “security freezes” at all three credit bureaus.

A security freeze, as it was explained by to me, means that no credit reports can go out, no new credit cards can be opened, no nothin’ can happen without your going into the site, entering a PIN, and lifting the freeze, temporarily or permanently. This state of affairs can be left in place forever and aye, if you so please. Two of the credit bureaus gave me PINs over the phone, but one is sending it by snail-mail.

All Arizona college faculty and students are eligible to join my beloved credit union. Evidently every one of them was doing the same thing I was doing: frantically calling customer service. So, getting through by phone to a person there took over six hours. When I finally reached a CSR, she said they’re advising people to close their accounts and open new ones. That is going to create a monster hassle, since my bookkeeping includes a busy tangle of automatic deposits and payments. Including, of course, paycheck deposits from the college district.

I’ll be damned  if I want said district to have yet another bank account number for me. So tomorrow when I’m on the campus, I’m going over to HR and asking them to send my paychecks by snail-mail, thank you very much.

Off and on for the past couple of years, I’ve been thinking it would be good to move my money out of that credit union over to a different teachers’ credit union, which has a branch much nearer to my house. Right now every time I have to go up to my CU in person, it costs $3.00 to $3.60 in gasoline, since that branch is way to hell and gone out at the Great Desert University’s west campus, in a part of town where I have exactly zero other reason to venture. This other outfit’s branch is on my beaten path, making it possible to get banking chores done while I’m doing the grocery shopping.

Lacking all three credit-bureau PINs, though, that may not be possible. I sure don’t want to close the same bank accounts twice. So if I’m to move to a more conveniently located institution, I may have to wait on closing those accounts until after the third PIN shows up in the mail. Which, as usual, will be after dark.

This is infuriating. I don’t know what else to do… There doesn’t seem to be much else to do, other than bob around in the water like a sitting duck waiting for whatever’s coming to hit me upside the head. If ever there was good cause for a class action suit, this sure as hell is it.

If you have any other ideas for self-defense, lemme know.

Day Care, Mom’s Vacation, and the Incredible Lightness of America’s Child Rearing Theories

I was over at Grumpy Rumblings this morning, where I came across nicoleandmaggie’s latest Deliberately Controversial Post. They ask if it’s right (or not) to keep on dropping your kids at day care when you’re on vacation, at one point citing the example of a child who realizes what’s up and is unhappy because he doesn’t get a vacation from the institution where he’s being warehoused.

Naturally this elicits a great string of commentary, much of it pretty entertaining and much of it pretty interesting. Several women remarked that since they’re paying for day care five days a week, they’re most certainly going to use it. Others snorted at the idea that the brats will be scarred for life if they’re left in a day care center for a few more days, willy-nilly.

Grumpy Rumblings has that WordPress comment function that forces you to sign in to enter a comment. I don’t wish to comment as English 235 PVCC, but I would like to add a little rant to the conversation. As follows:

Well. You are paying for it. Good reason to make your kid miserable, hm?

Seriously, IMHO it depends on your child and her attitude toward being institutionalized five days a week. Some kids love it. Some don’t. My son was utterly miserable and sick all the time in what was said to be the best day care center in the city. Fortunately for him, I happened to walk in the door just as he was climbing onto a makeshift table cobbled together by balancing an old door across the backs of two plastic kiddie chairs — he and the door tumbled down on top of a little girl before I could reach him. We left and never returned; I took him back to his old sitters in the neighborhood, which cost more but was sure as He!! worth it. He soon threw off the chronic infections he’d had since I enrolled him in the place, and his whole attitude changed. For the better.

And yes, when I was not physically at work, I did leave him with those women, each of whom watched two to four kids in her home — it allowed me to get a lot done and to unwind from the demanding and sometimes unpleasant job of mothering as well as from my paid work.

IMHO we too often fail to put ourselves in our children’s shoes; videlicet the idea [alluded to in nicoleandmaggie’s post] that you should tell kids how they’re feeling. How would you like some patronizing fool to tell you what’s going on in your head? Similarly, how would you like to be locked up in a day-care center, coming home sick with every bug in circulation, so that you’re literally never feeling well? If your child isn’t bothered by this, by all means leave the kid there when you’re on vacation — you work hard and you do deserve a break. But if she is bothered by it, maybe she’s trying to tell you something.

But then…we often fail to put ourselves in anyone else’s shoes, eh? It’s part of the human condition.

What do you think of this conundrum? Go on over to Grumpy Rumblings and add to the fray! 🙂

The Latest Invention: Frost Tent!

Ah, once again I get in touch with my WT self. Last summer’s back-porch privacy draperies have morphed into something new for winter: tents to protect the tender potted plants from this winter’s frost.

We haven’t had a freeze yet — it’s still early. But we will, come December or January. Last winter a bunch of the plants were damaged or killed, despite much thrashing around with old sheets and old curtains. The other day, an easier way dawned on me: attach clip-rings to the things and drape them around the plants by hanging them on hooks from the rafters. Hence:

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This one will protect a ficus and a few other smaller plants.

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THIS is gonna WORK!

I built two others on the westside deck. These three tents should be enough to cover all the frost-sensitive potted plants, relieving me of having to drag them inside or wrap sheets around them in the cold and damp. In theory I could even hang shop lights inside them to keep them warm, if we get a true hard frost.

These three little projects only required five cloths, so I have a ton of other sheets and rags that can be tossed down, as needed. But I don’t think they will be needed — just about everything else is either frost-resistant or will recover from being frozen back to the ground.

No more icy fingers and late-night frenzies trying to cover and wrap and tie down plants. Hanging these things from the rafters is easy and fast. It shelters the plants mostly without coming into contact with them.

Half the time our frosts come after rainstorms. As soon as the clouds blow off, the night skies open to the frigidity of the cosmos and everything outdoors freezes. And usually “blow” is one of several operative terms: the wind blows and lifts the accursed wet cloths off the plants, which doesn’t matter much, since the damp cloth in contact with the plants leaves pretty much guarantees they’ll freeze, covered or no. All of which makes protecting the plants an annoying, uncomfortable job.

Once these tents are up, they’re up and they won’t have to be dragged around. Right now the cloths are clipped and packaged in bags labeled with where they go. Come the next cold snap, it’ll be simple to find them, hang them, and stash the plants in them.

This is going to make life a lot easier. 😀