Fuck T-Mobile and the Alcoholic
Apr. 24th, 2007 08:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grrgoylT-Mobile is dead to me.
Can't say that I'm surprised, but they're screwing me out of a $50 rebate for Tery's Razr.
Maybe with exact dates and documentation I could fight it, but as it is I only have a vague timeline. I sent in the first form right after Christmas. Sometime in the middle of March I got sick of waiting and called to check the status -- only to be told it had been denied because I put the wrong phone number down. Naturally no one saw fit to notify me. The guy I spoke to said I could resubmit it, but had to be quick about it because the rebate deadline was coming up fast. I got it out that very same day, confident that the problem was solved.
Yesterday I got a letter from them, stating I was denied because it was postmarked after the deadline. I immediately called, outraged but not expecting much success. At first the guy sounded accommodating, so I explained the previous snafu. I asked how the second submission could have been late when I got it out minutes after completing the first phone call. He told me the deadline was actually January 31st. Furthermore, the computer had no record of my first submission. Naturally.
Again I fall victim to my failure to take names and record phone conversations. Faced with alleged computer evidence that I'm unable to disprove, what can I do? And it's not as if I can take my business elsewhere in a huff when I'm stuck in a 2-year contract, and they know it. Fucking T-Mobile.
~*~
And fucking Alcoholic. Now that the snow's gone, she's back to waffling between the handicapped space and regular spaces. It's hard not to let it get to me when I get home at 6 a.m. and have to park clear on the opposite end of the lot while her car sits infuriatingly in a regular spot right up against the building, the handicapped spot infuriatingly unoccupied.
Then she called looking for a favor -- she needed a letter from the HOA to get cable installed, and rather than turn on her own computer she wanted me to print it out and walk it over to her. Yes, that's SO much easier. I'm telling you, the woman is insane.
The decision to email her and find out once and for all why she switched back and forth was made easier when I remembered how she snoops and quibbles and nitpicks every little thing about the rest of our neighbors. I thought it might do her good to realize she wasn't entirely above reproach herself. "Go ahead," Tery sighed. "But don't hold your breath waiting for a rational response."
Tery was right. It was all kinds of clap-trap about the handicapped spot being "bird-doo land" and that the mailbox (which is 2 feet to the side) is too far when her ankle hurts. But, because she considers me her friend, she would park in the handicapped spot from now on and treat the other spot as 'mine.' No, I'm not trying to secure a space as 'mine.' My point was that the rest of us stood a better chance of parking reasonably closer if she wasn't using our spaces. I didn't bother with a rebuttal to correct her though. It's just too exhausting and she's just too crazy.
~*~
Unrelated, my LJ esteem is plummeting again. Where oh where have my LJ friends gone? I know my stuff isn't always so thrilling, but I'm not the only one not writing the Great American Novel every time I post. Talk to me, people.
Can't say that I'm surprised, but they're screwing me out of a $50 rebate for Tery's Razr.
Maybe with exact dates and documentation I could fight it, but as it is I only have a vague timeline. I sent in the first form right after Christmas. Sometime in the middle of March I got sick of waiting and called to check the status -- only to be told it had been denied because I put the wrong phone number down. Naturally no one saw fit to notify me. The guy I spoke to said I could resubmit it, but had to be quick about it because the rebate deadline was coming up fast. I got it out that very same day, confident that the problem was solved.
Yesterday I got a letter from them, stating I was denied because it was postmarked after the deadline. I immediately called, outraged but not expecting much success. At first the guy sounded accommodating, so I explained the previous snafu. I asked how the second submission could have been late when I got it out minutes after completing the first phone call. He told me the deadline was actually January 31st. Furthermore, the computer had no record of my first submission. Naturally.
Again I fall victim to my failure to take names and record phone conversations. Faced with alleged computer evidence that I'm unable to disprove, what can I do? And it's not as if I can take my business elsewhere in a huff when I'm stuck in a 2-year contract, and they know it. Fucking T-Mobile.
~*~
And fucking Alcoholic. Now that the snow's gone, she's back to waffling between the handicapped space and regular spaces. It's hard not to let it get to me when I get home at 6 a.m. and have to park clear on the opposite end of the lot while her car sits infuriatingly in a regular spot right up against the building, the handicapped spot infuriatingly unoccupied.
Then she called looking for a favor -- she needed a letter from the HOA to get cable installed, and rather than turn on her own computer she wanted me to print it out and walk it over to her. Yes, that's SO much easier. I'm telling you, the woman is insane.
The decision to email her and find out once and for all why she switched back and forth was made easier when I remembered how she snoops and quibbles and nitpicks every little thing about the rest of our neighbors. I thought it might do her good to realize she wasn't entirely above reproach herself. "Go ahead," Tery sighed. "But don't hold your breath waiting for a rational response."
Tery was right. It was all kinds of clap-trap about the handicapped spot being "bird-doo land" and that the mailbox (which is 2 feet to the side) is too far when her ankle hurts. But, because she considers me her friend, she would park in the handicapped spot from now on and treat the other spot as 'mine.' No, I'm not trying to secure a space as 'mine.' My point was that the rest of us stood a better chance of parking reasonably closer if she wasn't using our spaces. I didn't bother with a rebuttal to correct her though. It's just too exhausting and she's just too crazy.
~*~
Unrelated, my LJ esteem is plummeting again. Where oh where have my LJ friends gone? I know my stuff isn't always so thrilling, but I'm not the only one not writing the Great American Novel every time I post. Talk to me, people.
I'll Talk To You
Date: 2007-04-25 05:08 am (UTC)Rebates. It's a flim-flam game, Sir. Your expectations are too high. They (you know, "they") offer rebates as a sexy come on then find some loophole so they don't have to put out. Well, maybe every now and then. An inconsistent incentive is the most effective.
Parking. If you really want to mark your space, claim it as your own, just leave a poop! That's what the neighbor's cat does.
Other. Are you happy that _Heroes_ is back on?
I have tuned in to _Drive_ which may look stupid on the surface but is quite gripping. Like the first season of _24_. Or maybe _Lost_ although I haven't watched that. It appeared to me by accident when I was channel flipping and I managed to catch the premiere eps. There is Caleb!fromBuffy (happily, no longer eeeevil) and Sharon!fromWonderfalls (sadly, no longer a lesbian?) and Fred!fromAngel (thankfully, no longer southern). It's a Tim Minear show - a guy involved in producing all of the aforementioned. Nice that he keeps his peeps employed.
But there's also... Pauline!fromHeavenlyCreatures (expectedly, no longer accented). I know you love Paul :) I think I've even seen some photos where you look a little like her.
Re: I'll Talk To You
Date: 2007-04-25 03:51 pm (UTC)Not a list set in stone per se. It's easier to make a list of things that aren't dead to me.
I've heard all kinds of rebate horror stories, but I've been pretty lucky so far, I guess. Nor will this incident prevent me from using them in the future (although I may think twice if it's a T-Mobile offer).
I missed "Heroes" terribly when it left for its two-month hiatus (I kid. Only a month. But Christ, I don't remember shows drawing out their seasons with month-long spring breaks in the old days). But then we discovered "Dexter" on Showtime, a show I personally enjoy more: less confusing, less to remember week to week, a more intriguing premise, and the best opening credit sequence I've ever seen. "Heroes" is still okay, I suppose...
"Drive" does look stupid on the surface, despite Nathan Fillon (who I've fallen in love with a little since seeing "Slither"). Guess I'll have to check it out on DVD. I can only watch so much TV in a day before teh Snarry beckons.
Thanks for talking to me.
sometimes I exaggerate a bit
Date: 2007-04-28 03:18 am (UTC)Anyway, Fred!fromAngel = not really southern? She'd better be secretly british, like House!fromHouse, or I'll be terribly depressed at not having known this before.
Re: sometimes I exaggerate a bit
Date: 2007-04-28 08:55 pm (UTC)Ah, Miss Kitty Fantastico. The namesake for millions of cats nationwide.
Date: 2007-04-29 03:59 am (UTC)Re: Ah, Miss Kitty Fantastico. The namesake for millions of cats nationwide.
Date: 2007-05-01 12:52 am (UTC)Re: sometimes I exaggerate a bit
Date: 2007-04-28 08:56 pm (UTC)Re: sometimes I exaggerate a bit
Date: 2007-04-29 04:00 am (UTC)