So my wallet was stolen....I was at Peet's coffee shop in the south loop having coffee, well tea actually with a former co-worker, and someone stole my wallet.
Chase alerted me as this asshole tried all my cards at Venta to load up their tramsit cards.
I filed a police report, etc, reported everything, got a new drivers liscense and licked my wounds and moved on.
Well, this asshole managed to go and pose as me (im assuming at this point, the original thief sold or ditched my wallet so now it has moved on to asshome #2) and went into the bank 2 days ago and cleaned out my bank savings account.
They went through a drive through teller in a suburb I dont even know, and managed to forge my signature and everything.
Wtf. I cant even sleep anymore and it has nothing to do with Charley. Its this bitch that has my ID. She is an evil horrible person and I feel terrorized by it. And the bank teller is either working with her or is a totaly idiot. Sigh.
