Y'know what the worst part about apartment living is? Not having total control over your mailbox.
I swear, I get more circulars from grocery stores and other places in one month than anyone should receive in a lifetime. It's ridiculous. They could save a tree a year just by removing me alone from their distribution lists.
But unless you own your home, you can't have them stopped. Believe me, I've asked.
Okay, maybe this isn't the worst thing about apartment living, but it sure pisses me off.
And speaking of things that piss me off... I really hate having to deal with companies that fuck something up. Case in point, my phone service. I have an annual plan, meaning I pay a flat rate for unlimited calls. My renewal was up in November, so they rebilled me for the annual fee.
And then they did it again this month!
When I discovered this, I called them up, politely explained their error, and the guy apologized and said they'd get a credit issued right away.
And they did. But it wasn't for the full amount. It was short about seventy bucks.
Second call. Explained to the girl what had happened. "Oh, but you were issued a refund, sir..."
"Yes, but for the wrong amount."
"Well, you weren't given the full amount because you've been using the service for four months."
"Yes, but I haven't been using two services, have I?"
"Oh. Right. Okay, I'll get that submitted and we'll take care of it."
Later the same day, I receive an email from them saying that I would not be getting a refund because they essentially stretched out the date of my next renewal until next March, so they kept the payment for those four months and refunded the rest.
Yesterday's call was not polite. Nor was it actually rude, either, because I know it's not the customer service people who're fucking with me, but their accounting department. And I did c/s work for five years, so I know how it feels to receive calls like mine.
But this time I explained to them that their solution was unacceptable to me, and that they were going to refund that seventy bucks, or they were going to lose me as a customer.
And today's email apologized for the oversight and promised a speedy refund.
And I'm sure it will be.
So... lots and lots of traffic to these pages due to my submission of
World Happy Face Day to the MindSay News. Way cool. Of course, in a few days, they'll all be gone, never to visit again. Just like the hordes of people who flock to this page on those occasions where I've had a "top blog." A few keep coming back, but not most. And that's okay.
"K" was really jazzed when I told her how much I've been promoting WHFD. I called her Wednesday night and we chatted for a bit, but she was about to go out to dinner with a friend (to celebrate WHFD, of course), so it was a short conversation.
I'd really like to see her again. Maybe when my schedule slows down a bit.
The past couple weeks at work have been totally crazy. But the worst will soon be over. Sunday, I fly down to Riverside for the Symposium. Monday is the board meeting; Tuesday the Symposium itself. Wednesday, back in the office, to crank out a board packet of info for Boss B. And then I can relax for a four-day weekend.
Well, it won't all be relaxing, as I'll be at the
Elk Grove Fine Arts Festival all day on Saturday the 31st. But other than that, it'll be relaxing.
And speaking of trips for work, I got an unpleasant email from JetBlue today, regarding my flight from here to D.C. They changed it on me. So instead of leaving here at 7 a.m. and getting to D.C. around dinner-time, they're pushing me back to leaving at 10 a.m. and not getting there until 10 p.m. Which means I wouldn't get to the actual hotel until about eleven.
No friggin' way.
So my co-worker who's going with me used her oh-so-persuasive voice to get them to change us (free) to a red-eye flight the night before. So we'll have to leave here at midnight, but we'll get to D.C. at noon and have the rest of the day and night to gear up for the insanity to follow.
I'm tempted to go out to the Corner Pocket tonight, but the truth is, I just want peace and quiet tonight. I might open a brew or two and just vegetate. Or I might not. With me, it's hard to tell.
Kim Stanley Robinson is appearing at a Borders in town, and it would be very cool to meet him. But he's local, and I'm sure I'll have the opportunity to do so again. I also need some new strings for the acoustic guitar, but I don't really feel up to going out and picking some up.
Hell, maybe I just need a nap.