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The unkindest cut
I have as my main credit card, a Visa card that i get Air CAnada aeroplan miles on when i spend. I have had a Mastercard for years and years but i haven't used it for yonks, before the Visa i guess so that's 7 years at least. Yes that's right, i got the Visa after i got back from Italy so i must have used the Mastercard in Italy in October 96.
Anyway, i keep thinking i'll cancel it. Recently i got a silver Diners' Card (because of a 5000 aeroplan mile bonus, i figure i can always cancel that anyway after a bit). I then received last week, my new Mastercard as the old one expires in September. Do i activate it or cancel it? i thought about it all week and today figured oh what the heck, and i called up and activated it, tore the sticker with the phone number off it and cut the old one up. Went to put the new one away and glanced at it. Expiry date: 09/03. arse. ARSE! I cut up the new one!!! In my defence the old one hadn't been used either so they were equally brand new looking.
It's a sign.
So i fished the pieces out of the bin and found the one that has the other three digit code on the back signature strip. Waded through the phone forest ... pip pip pip pip.... beep beep... pick this pick that and now enter your birth date. 03...03... 19mumblemumble The birthday you entered is incorrect. WHA? Tried again with the same result. Back up through the menus to see if i can find a human being. Option 2, Report stolen or lost credit card. Let's try that. Press press press beep beep beep # Your call is important to us but there is going to be a 10 minute wait or more. After about 7 minutes i connect to a real person and was able to cancel the card. She laughed when i told her i cut up the wrong one and figured it was a sign. She corrected my birth date and work phone number even though the account was being canceled LOL
This next story comes from the UK via a newsgroup i monitor and sometimes post to. Buddy went to the Post Office today to pick up a parcel. Got there. Four wickets, only one open. The other three clerks are sitting behind the counter drinking tea, eating biscuits (cookies) and having a natter. It's tea break time and God forbid you interfere with the British Worker's Tea Break. It takes him 40 minutes to get through the line up. But the others are still gossiping over their tea and bickies. He presents his thingy for the parcel but the clerk then tells him he'll have to come back in 20 minutes. He can see the parcel on the shelves behind her. Well you see, she can't get it. No? Well you see, she's disabled, because of her weight, she proudly tells him. She's not allowed to walk about. Can't she get one of the seated clerks to get it? No way, they're on their tea break. Come back in 20 minutes and one of them will get it for him.
He lost it and after a few choice words, demanded to talk to a supervisor. One of the seated gets up with a pained expression on her face and takes him to another wicket. She asks to see Id. He shows her his drivers license. It has to have a photo. So he shows her his passport. But they are both 6 years old so she asks to see something more current, like a utility bill. He's gobsmacked but does happen to have a telephone bill in his briefcase. She gets the package but won't give it to him.... until HE apologizes to the other clerk!!!!
He lost it again.
The words "arse", "shove" and "apology" all came out in the same sentence. He left and went to the sorting station around the corner to talk to someone with authority. The Postmaster apologized and said of course only one piece of ID was necessary and the clerk would be disciplined. But he'd have to come back for his parcel on Monday because he couldnt' talk to the clerk until after closing hours.
True story. My friend Josephine said he should have left a trail of cookie crumbs over to the shelf to see if the first clerk would follow them. Not very nice but funny as hell.
I mean, oh come on. I know that it's a good thing to have disabled people hired and working and most of them do a damn good job and love having a job to feel like they're contributing to things and for themselves as well. But this is taking PC a bit too far. To me, getting classed as disabled and you can't walk 6 feet to pick a parcel off a shelf is the utter height of lazy not to mention the 60+minute "tea break" the other three were taking as it is, in their opinion their God and Monarch given right to do. I probably weigh more than all four of them and i can walk a great distance though yes, my feet or back might hurt but i can still manage to cover a lot of territory in an afternoon, especially on holiday with a camera over my shoulder as some of you may know ;) I would *never* class myself as disabled!!
I would expect my acquaintance should be on the receiving end of an apology not the other way around and i hope to God what he ordered is what arrived in the parcel.
"Going Postal" may make the news yet again if he has to take the parcel back to the Post Office to send it back.
Anyway, i keep thinking i'll cancel it. Recently i got a silver Diners' Card (because of a 5000 aeroplan mile bonus, i figure i can always cancel that anyway after a bit). I then received last week, my new Mastercard as the old one expires in September. Do i activate it or cancel it? i thought about it all week and today figured oh what the heck, and i called up and activated it, tore the sticker with the phone number off it and cut the old one up. Went to put the new one away and glanced at it. Expiry date: 09/03. arse. ARSE! I cut up the new one!!! In my defence the old one hadn't been used either so they were equally brand new looking.
It's a sign.
So i fished the pieces out of the bin and found the one that has the other three digit code on the back signature strip. Waded through the phone forest ... pip pip pip pip.... beep beep... pick this pick that and now enter your birth date. 03...03... 19mumblemumble The birthday you entered is incorrect. WHA? Tried again with the same result. Back up through the menus to see if i can find a human being. Option 2, Report stolen or lost credit card. Let's try that. Press press press beep beep beep # Your call is important to us but there is going to be a 10 minute wait or more. After about 7 minutes i connect to a real person and was able to cancel the card. She laughed when i told her i cut up the wrong one and figured it was a sign. She corrected my birth date and work phone number even though the account was being canceled LOL
This next story comes from the UK via a newsgroup i monitor and sometimes post to. Buddy went to the Post Office today to pick up a parcel. Got there. Four wickets, only one open. The other three clerks are sitting behind the counter drinking tea, eating biscuits (cookies) and having a natter. It's tea break time and God forbid you interfere with the British Worker's Tea Break. It takes him 40 minutes to get through the line up. But the others are still gossiping over their tea and bickies. He presents his thingy for the parcel but the clerk then tells him he'll have to come back in 20 minutes. He can see the parcel on the shelves behind her. Well you see, she can't get it. No? Well you see, she's disabled, because of her weight, she proudly tells him. She's not allowed to walk about. Can't she get one of the seated clerks to get it? No way, they're on their tea break. Come back in 20 minutes and one of them will get it for him.
He lost it and after a few choice words, demanded to talk to a supervisor. One of the seated gets up with a pained expression on her face and takes him to another wicket. She asks to see Id. He shows her his drivers license. It has to have a photo. So he shows her his passport. But they are both 6 years old so she asks to see something more current, like a utility bill. He's gobsmacked but does happen to have a telephone bill in his briefcase. She gets the package but won't give it to him.... until HE apologizes to the other clerk!!!!
He lost it again.
The words "arse", "shove" and "apology" all came out in the same sentence. He left and went to the sorting station around the corner to talk to someone with authority. The Postmaster apologized and said of course only one piece of ID was necessary and the clerk would be disciplined. But he'd have to come back for his parcel on Monday because he couldnt' talk to the clerk until after closing hours.
True story. My friend Josephine said he should have left a trail of cookie crumbs over to the shelf to see if the first clerk would follow them. Not very nice but funny as hell.
I mean, oh come on. I know that it's a good thing to have disabled people hired and working and most of them do a damn good job and love having a job to feel like they're contributing to things and for themselves as well. But this is taking PC a bit too far. To me, getting classed as disabled and you can't walk 6 feet to pick a parcel off a shelf is the utter height of lazy not to mention the 60+minute "tea break" the other three were taking as it is, in their opinion their God and Monarch given right to do. I probably weigh more than all four of them and i can walk a great distance though yes, my feet or back might hurt but i can still manage to cover a lot of territory in an afternoon, especially on holiday with a camera over my shoulder as some of you may know ;) I would *never* class myself as disabled!!
I would expect my acquaintance should be on the receiving end of an apology not the other way around and i hope to God what he ordered is what arrived in the parcel.
"Going Postal" may make the news yet again if he has to take the parcel back to the Post Office to send it back.