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The world is conspiring to get me this week. This has become all to clear to me now.
First my order for the cyclocross conversion I'm doing doesn't show up. The Post Office might be in possession of it but, they claim they keep trying to deliver it yet, I get no notices and no one rings my doorbell. Their hold recording causes feelings of suicidal rage when heard more then 12 times in a row. No I am not in the "need to know business" or the "need to get it the quick business". I am however getting into the I want to kick you in the face business. Going to the Post Office without the little slip, you know the one that says we couldn't be bothered to ring your doorbell, probably because we didn't feel like brining your package with us, is not advised. Without the slip they can't seem to figure out how to find your package. Apparently name and address aren't as important as one might think they are at the freaking post office. After the better part of a week I have some rumors suggesting that they have the package but, have never rang my doorbell or left a notice slip. Do they even have the right address? Can they read? Calling them on the phone only seems to inspire extra frothy rage, while using up my day time minutes. Thank you for proving without a shadow of a doubt that government agencies are useless and that nationalizing anything is the worst idea ever. WE are all going to be bankrupt from medical bills, and dying of something we can't afford to cure because you can't deliver a fucking box and therefore the government can't be trusted to run anything important like health care.
Part 2: My credit card number was used to buy all sorts of little things online this week. A song on Napster, Napster is still around, and just one song? What the hell was the point of that? I want to know what song it was too. Some vitamins, and some other random crap. The best of all is, the make money at home using Google service that was nice enough to tell me my payment for $49.95 went through. After emailing and calling them I get that nice response seem below from Becky telling me how sorry they are to lose my business. They also have one of the best hold recording around. Listening to an infomercial for their company while you wait to tell them you've never heard of their company and therefore didn't order a subscription kind of makes you a liar. I just spent 15 minutes learning about your damn company and now I can't really say I've never heard of you. Now I need to figure out something else to say when you finally do answer the phone, next week.
I'm pretty sure I know who is responsible for this but, can't really do anything short of stopping all the payments and then bad mouth them any chance I get. So, here goes. Don't use Vista Print to print out any sort of promotional material. It turns out they are actually in the business of giving your info away or using it to buy one song on Napster, for some fucking reason. The sad thing is that if I had looked them up on Yelp or pretty much anywhere else, besides their website I would have known this. But I didn't and now I'm here.
Ok, I've vented now and feel better.
First my order for the cyclocross conversion I'm doing doesn't show up. The Post Office might be in possession of it but, they claim they keep trying to deliver it yet, I get no notices and no one rings my doorbell. Their hold recording causes feelings of suicidal rage when heard more then 12 times in a row. No I am not in the "need to know business" or the "need to get it the quick business". I am however getting into the I want to kick you in the face business. Going to the Post Office without the little slip, you know the one that says we couldn't be bothered to ring your doorbell, probably because we didn't feel like brining your package with us, is not advised. Without the slip they can't seem to figure out how to find your package. Apparently name and address aren't as important as one might think they are at the freaking post office. After the better part of a week I have some rumors suggesting that they have the package but, have never rang my doorbell or left a notice slip. Do they even have the right address? Can they read? Calling them on the phone only seems to inspire extra frothy rage, while using up my day time minutes. Thank you for proving without a shadow of a doubt that government agencies are useless and that nationalizing anything is the worst idea ever. WE are all going to be bankrupt from medical bills, and dying of something we can't afford to cure because you can't deliver a fucking box and therefore the government can't be trusted to run anything important like health care.
Part 2: My credit card number was used to buy all sorts of little things online this week. A song on Napster, Napster is still around, and just one song? What the hell was the point of that? I want to know what song it was too. Some vitamins, and some other random crap. The best of all is, the make money at home using Google service that was nice enough to tell me my payment for $49.95 went through. After emailing and calling them I get that nice response seem below from Becky telling me how sorry they are to lose my business. They also have one of the best hold recording around. Listening to an infomercial for their company while you wait to tell them you've never heard of their company and therefore didn't order a subscription kind of makes you a liar. I just spent 15 minutes learning about your damn company and now I can't really say I've never heard of you. Now I need to figure out something else to say when you finally do answer the phone, next week.
I'm pretty sure I know who is responsible for this but, can't really do anything short of stopping all the payments and then bad mouth them any chance I get. So, here goes. Don't use Vista Print to print out any sort of promotional material. It turns out they are actually in the business of giving your info away or using it to buy one song on Napster, for some fucking reason. The sad thing is that if I had looked them up on Yelp or pretty much anywhere else, besides their website I would have known this. But I didn't and now I'm here.
Ok, I've vented now and feel better.