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Post by Suzy on Mar 3, 2014 14:40:57 GMT -5
I think we need one here. Right now I am so ANNOYED!!!! I ordered one of my print books to be sent to my goddaughter in Stockholm, Sweden. This evening, I get a message from Amazon, UK to say the book can be picked up at a depot in Copenhagen, Denmark. 650 miles away in another country. They obviously think Scandinavia is one country. IT IS NOTTTTT! How does this happen? Have they no IDEA about European geography? It's a bit like having a book ordered to an address in Canada, only to have it sent to somewhere in the US. DUH!
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Post by Becca Mills on Mar 3, 2014 23:31:01 GMT -5
Uh ... that's totally weird.
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Post by Pru Freda on Mar 4, 2014 1:26:34 GMT -5
I'm not surprised you're so pissed off, Suzy, though I see you've changed the thread title. No offence to out American members, but who was it said, "Wars were invented to teach Americans geography"? To be fair, you do say Amazon UK. Can you write back and tell them it's not good enough. If it's a postal address, surely they can POST it!
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Post by Suzy on Mar 4, 2014 2:42:06 GMT -5
I did e-mail them and got a message to say the package has been sent to Sweden and they will sms me when it's ready to be picked up. Hmmm. But I'm in Ireland... I sent the book to someone in Sweden... The messages was signed by someone with an Indian-sounding name...
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Post by Suzy on Mar 4, 2014 5:49:22 GMT -5
P.S, yes I changed the thread name. I thought it might look rude with pissed-off in the title. But I am! PISSED OFF!
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Post by The Scroggins! on Mar 4, 2014 8:15:28 GMT -5
I'd be pissed off too. That's ridiculous!
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Post by vrabinec on Mar 4, 2014 8:50:07 GMT -5
600 miles? That's nothing. When I was young, we had to march 1,200 miles through snow, sleet, and rain just to get a glass of water.
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Post by Suzy on Mar 4, 2014 11:52:12 GMT -5
600 miles? That's nothing. When I was young, we had to march 1,200 miles through snow, sleet, and rain just to get a glass of water. Yeah, but would you do that just to pick up a copy of my book?
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Post by Suzy on Mar 4, 2014 11:58:24 GMT -5
The saga continues: I got an apologetic e-mail from Amazon this morning, saying the first message was an error and the book was indeed on its way to my goddaughter in Sweden. Phew, I though. BUT: this afternoon, when I checked my e-mail what do I find? ANOTHER e-mail saying the book is actually ready to be collected in Copenhagen, Denmark! So I said F&%$~@! and called Amazon UK. I got a very nice Scot on the line who tied himself in knots trying to help me. He ended up finding the book, sitting in the post office around the corner from my goddaughter's apartment... Some hilarious exchanges while we discussed European geography. We both ended up laughing. (he sounded very cute )
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Post by Suzy on Mar 4, 2014 12:08:57 GMT -5
P.S, he just e-mailed me to say he was sorry about all the hassle. His name is Adrian... This could be something for my novel...
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Post by vrabinec on Mar 4, 2014 12:11:48 GMT -5
Sounds like your mail system is about as reliable as ours. I keep getting the bills in my mail for my neighbor's sessions with her psychiatrist. Sometimes I get her gas bill, but it's usually the psych bill. It's because of the way the typography on the 8 is similar to a 9, but still, it would be embarrassing if she ever found out I'm getting them and then sneaking them into her mailbox at night.
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Post by Suzy on Mar 4, 2014 12:16:42 GMT -5
Sounds like your mail system is about as reliable as ours. I keep getting the bills in my mail for my neighbor's sessions with her psychiatrist. Sometimes I get her gas bill, but it's usually the psych bill. It's because of the way the typography on the 8 is similar to a 9, but still, it would be embarrassing if she ever found out I'm getting them and then sneaking them into her mailbox at night. That's hilarious! Ahemmm how do you know what's in those letters?
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Post by vrabinec on Mar 4, 2014 12:21:32 GMT -5
I opened the first one by mistake. I didn't read who it was addressed to and just ripped into it. Hefty bill. Something like $465 an hour. I threw it out. I just froze up. I didn't know what to do with the thing.
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Post by Suzy on Mar 4, 2014 12:46:43 GMT -5
I opened the first one by mistake. I didn't read who it was addressed to and just ripped into it. Hefty bill. Something like $465 an hour. I threw it out. I just froze up. I didn't know what to do with the thing. So she never got it and didn't pay the bill? $465 an hour? Gee, I really chose the wrong career path...
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Post by Becca Mills on Mar 4, 2014 12:58:31 GMT -5
I opened the first one by mistake. I didn't read who it was addressed to and just ripped into it. Hefty bill. Something like $465 an hour. I threw it out. I just froze up. I didn't know what to do with the thing. OMG. That's funny. And awful.
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Post by vrabinec on Mar 4, 2014 12:58:33 GMT -5
My thinking was, if she's got mental issues, she'll think she forgot to pay it. (Actually, I called the doctor's office and told them I was ripping it up because I didn't want to embarrass her, and asked if they could send another one. They said that was fine.)
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Post by Becca Mills on Mar 4, 2014 12:59:29 GMT -5
I opened the first one by mistake. I didn't read who it was addressed to and just ripped into it. Hefty bill. Something like $465 an hour. I threw it out. I just froze up. I didn't know what to do with the thing. So she never got it and didn't pay the bill? $465 an hour? Gee, I really chose the wrong career path... Seriously. That profession enabled my mother-in-law to go from a single mother of two on food stamps to a very comfortable upper-middle-class life.
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Post by Suzy on Mar 4, 2014 13:06:17 GMT -5
Hmm... maybe living next door to Fred calls for therapy? Fred might be able to make a deal with the psych?
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Post by Becca Mills on Mar 4, 2014 14:11:35 GMT -5
Hmm... maybe living next door to Fred calls for therapy? Fred might be able to make a deal with the psych? LOL. Just a little taste, eh?
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Post by Daniel on Mar 4, 2014 20:00:08 GMT -5
My thinking was, if she's got mental issues, she'll think she forgot to pay it. (Actually, I called the doctor's office and told them I was ripping it up because I didn't want to embarrass her, and asked if they could send another one. They said that was fine.) You're a good man. I take back all the nasty things I've said about you.
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