Gee, Thanks…

     So in early December I purchased a 16 gig flash drive to use for backups.  I found a good deal on one that included a mail-in rebate.  Let me say this – I am not a fan of mail-in rebates.  They’re a pain in the ass, and I always get the feeling that the chances of actually getting it are 10-15%.  Nonetheless, it was for twenty dollars, the whole thing would take 5 minutes to do, so what the hell?  That’s like $240 an hour.  Which is about $240 more than I’ve made in the past four years.  So I fill out the form, cut out the UPC code, register online and toss it in the mail.

     Flash forward to mid-February.  Still no rebate.  I dig up the photocopy I made and see where I had scribbled 8-10 weeks across the top.  Well, we’re at 8-10 weeks, so I go to their website and look at the status.  When I’m not convinced what I’m looking at, I decide to shoot them a quick email, just to find out.  I mean, this is my yearly salary here.

     The following is the (mostly) unedited version (plus commentary) of what transpired.

     Okay. But that didn’t really help me.  Couldn’t you just as easily have said, “Rebate payments are disbursed within 8 to 10 weeks from the acceptance date” and then fill in said information?  Also, how about a little professional decorum?  Perhaps address me by name, and/or put some sort of signature line?  Just sayin’.  At this point, I return to their website and, not being a complete dumbass, pretty much figure it out for myself, but still, I’d like confirmation.  That’s not asking too much, right?  Plus, I decide to be a dick, and that’s always fun.

     Okay, that clears things up.  Sure, I’ve already figured this out, and I suppose I could let it go, but that’s not something I do.  I just want this idiot to do their job.  Is that so wrong?  Plus, I can now be a bigger dick.  Two birds, one stone.

     Oh, come on!  You could have just said.  “Claim was Accepted 01/30/2009.”  It’s the exact same number of letters.  That’s right folks; this person could have actually done his/her job without expending any more energy than they did by not doing it.  Now it’s just for fun.

     Finally!  If you were keeping track folks, it took me 9, that’s right, 9 days to get my question answered.  Sweet Jesus!  At this point, a friend of mine suggested that perhaps the problem was that the individual was of a foreign nature, and there might be a language problem.  I told him that I didn’t think so because the person was so rude and so unhelpful that they almost had to be American.  Still, I’ll take the upper road and let it die.  Oh wait, no I won’t.  Not without one more sarcastic comment.

     The following day I got a blank email from them.  I can only assume they must have some policy that requires the morons that work there to respond to every customer email, so he/she did.  I wouldn’t be surprised if this cost me twenty dollars when they “lose” my rebate, but it’ll be worth it if I was able to slightly amuse my faithful readers.  That being said, I want my damn money.

HOROSCOPES

ARIES (March 21 - April 19):

     Do not stray far from the toilet.

TAURUS (April 20 - May 20):

     No, that is not supposed to look like that.

GEMINI (May 21 - June 21):

     Why do you keep closing your blinds?

CANCER (June 22- July 22):

     I think the Gemini is on to you.

LEO (July 23 - August 22):

     You will walk in on your parents having sex.  With each other.

VIRGO (August 23 - September 22):

     That wasn't roast beef.

LIBRA (September 23 - October 22):

     Don't worry, that principal didn't really call the cops.

SCORPIO (October 23 - November 21):

     Two things.  Make sure your car insurance is paid up.  Do NOT ask for "road head."

SAGITTARIUS ( November 22- December 21):

     I don't think she's gonna go for that...sober.

CAPRICORN (December 22 - January 19):

     You will meet someone with fewer than normal toes.  You won't know it, though.

AQUARIUS (January 20 - February 18):

     Now is a good time to start wearing a helmet.  All the time.

PISCES (February 19 - March 20):

     You've got chills...they're multiplying.  And you're loo-oosing control.