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Grrr!
This morning, I decided to take a few hours off and go shopping. This was partly brought on by noticing yesterday that my favourite pair of jeans (and the only ones that really fit properly) are now sporting holes in embarrassing places. So I went to Lane Bryant and spent about half an hour with a helpful shop assistant who measured me and helped me find the right fit and size and shape and so on. But they didn't have the ones I actually wanted in stock (wrong colour). So she said she'd order them for me. Great.
When I got to the till, the friendly helpful assistant was busy with another customer so I got the other girl. I explained what I wanted - which admittedly was quite complicated: size, leg length, fit, shape and colour. I told her that I didn't want the colour I'd tried on which was a dark rinse, I wanted the lighter stonewashed ones. She nodded in that vague kind of way you do when you're not really listening. I told her again. I still wasn't sure she'd heard.
So when I got home and found the confirmation email - surprise, surprise, she'd ordered the dark rinse jeans. I tried contacting customer support - too late.
So now, I have to wait for them to be delivered, take them back to the shop and try again.
Meanwhile, I'm enjoying rather more of a breeze round my privates than is entirely decent. And feeling like the world is against me and I'm no match for it.
When I got to the till, the friendly helpful assistant was busy with another customer so I got the other girl. I explained what I wanted - which admittedly was quite complicated: size, leg length, fit, shape and colour. I told her that I didn't want the colour I'd tried on which was a dark rinse, I wanted the lighter stonewashed ones. She nodded in that vague kind of way you do when you're not really listening. I told her again. I still wasn't sure she'd heard.
So when I got home and found the confirmation email - surprise, surprise, she'd ordered the dark rinse jeans. I tried contacting customer support - too late.
So now, I have to wait for them to be delivered, take them back to the shop and try again.
Meanwhile, I'm enjoying rather more of a breeze round my privates than is entirely decent. And feeling like the world is against me and I'm no match for it.
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Try being on the phone for an hour with various "support" representatives from your hospital and health insurance. Which insurance does not pay the bill directly to the hospital, but - for some extremely obscure reason - to an intermediate company, which in turn pays the hospital. In the process, hundreds of dollars get "lost" in bank transfers, there are 3 different amounts for the claim submitted (the hospital's, the insurance company's, and the intermediate company's), everyone denies responsibility, everyone sends me to one of the other 2 parties involved, and the bottom line is that I am being threatened with a collection agency for a bill that I should NOT have to pay.
In fact, the only reason I could determine so far for the existence of that intermediate company is so that my insurance company can give me the run-around and delay paymeny for 9 months (!!). I guess they hope I'll give up and pay their part, too. Which I may have to do in the end, as I can't afford to get my credit ruined over this.
Yeah, sorry for the rant on your journal - but it seemed like the right mood. :-)
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That's just... ugh! Unbelievable. It must be SOMEONE's responsibility, but trying to get anyone to admit that is like bashing your head against a brick wall.
I'm sorry.