Sometimes we make The Simpsons look like the perfect nuclear family.
My 'friend' at Niche HQ can't pronounce viticulture, niche (obviously) and another of note (but slipped from memory) too.
They sent me, what was frankly, a shitty email. I paraphrase but the intent is identical:
YOU SIGNED UP. WE CHARGE YOU FORTY QUID ANY TIME SOON - WE WILL NOT NOTIFY YOU.
That pissed me off so I hunted around to cancel my subscription, anxious not to hand over $67 for a bunch of repetitive shite.
I started trying to get my bonus - the one I was promised for signing up. (There is some clandestine reason everything ends in a 7 by the way.)
Who would have thought a bunch of ebooks would take so much aggravation to get. Then it turned out only a few were $97 or $47 ebooks, half of them were bloody video courses that you can't download.
I think it would be fair to attribute Mercury as god of t'internet. If anyone has a better candidate feel free to comment. Until such time as he is usurped; Mercury smiled upon me and sent my way a bunch of temporary email accounts via Stumble. They were duly used to sign up for my fantastic bonuses. One of which was just about to launch classroom 2.0. Now where have I heard that before...?
Today I have mostly been listening to BBC Radio 1 and BBC Radio 1Xtra. Attending the boredom of Junior NoozeHoundette and more recently drinking Absinthe, Blue Curacao & Chambord. Isn't Christmas wonderful...?
Welcome to the disappointment.
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