Calling customer service---!
Nov. 19th, 2009 11:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyThe other weekend when I was in Orlando, I saw this fabulous belt at Torrid. Size 4 fit me perfectly, and I had visions of pairing it with the faux leather jacket I got a couple years ago. (It's too boxy without a belt, and this is *exactly* the sort of belt I had in mind.)
If I ever find the geniuses that put their website together, I'm going to line them up and slap them til they've all got nosebleeds. NOT user-friendly.
So I called customer service, went round and round with them, only to find out that shipping was an outrageous $7---they wouldn't comp it, I asked---and damned if I'm paying that kind of money to ship an item that's only $15.98 (on clearance---it was $22 in the store).
Probably just as well, considering the state of my finances, but it's frustrating.
Speaking of being damned, I had a lengthy, confused Supernatural dream this morning. (No spoilers unless I'm psychic.) It was set in one of those typical very small towns, and Lucifer was coming. Most of the people were barricaded in the hotel. Sam and Dean were around somewhere (they never actually made an appearance), and they had stashed their duffel bags in a shallow room or closet that had no door, and it was right next to the room where most of the people were gathered. There was talk among the refugees, enough that characters emerged, so that you kind of knew who was in over their head, and who would try to make a deal and so on.
In an attic somewhere in town, Lucifer had to hang himself from a pipe---that was going to release him from his human vessel: He would still have a physical form, but it would be a demonic manifestation. Then there was a grotesque parade down the main street, where he was riding on a float being pulled by suffering humans with bodies heaped all around him. The people who hadn't made it to the hotel, which was where the parade was headed, were wailing and averting their eyes and being smote. One woman was trying to shield her baby with her own body, but it didn't do any good. There was no resolution to it---I woke up---and it was fairly surreal and disturbing.
I haven't been getting into the whole Apocalypse storyline; I suspect this is my subconscious going, "Get on with it, already!"....
If I ever find the geniuses that put their website together, I'm going to line them up and slap them til they've all got nosebleeds. NOT user-friendly.
So I called customer service, went round and round with them, only to find out that shipping was an outrageous $7---they wouldn't comp it, I asked---and damned if I'm paying that kind of money to ship an item that's only $15.98 (on clearance---it was $22 in the store).
Probably just as well, considering the state of my finances, but it's frustrating.
Speaking of being damned, I had a lengthy, confused Supernatural dream this morning. (No spoilers unless I'm psychic.) It was set in one of those typical very small towns, and Lucifer was coming. Most of the people were barricaded in the hotel. Sam and Dean were around somewhere (they never actually made an appearance), and they had stashed their duffel bags in a shallow room or closet that had no door, and it was right next to the room where most of the people were gathered. There was talk among the refugees, enough that characters emerged, so that you kind of knew who was in over their head, and who would try to make a deal and so on.
In an attic somewhere in town, Lucifer had to hang himself from a pipe---that was going to release him from his human vessel: He would still have a physical form, but it would be a demonic manifestation. Then there was a grotesque parade down the main street, where he was riding on a float being pulled by suffering humans with bodies heaped all around him. The people who hadn't made it to the hotel, which was where the parade was headed, were wailing and averting their eyes and being smote. One woman was trying to shield her baby with her own body, but it didn't do any good. There was no resolution to it---I woke up---and it was fairly surreal and disturbing.
I haven't been getting into the whole Apocalypse storyline; I suspect this is my subconscious going, "Get on with it, already!"....