Adam whines
Dec. 7th, 2004 10:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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shadesong is still sick. And a quick glance at her latest post will let you know exactly how much the doctor she saw today (not her regular one) sucked ass.
2. Amazon woes continued. Called and spoke to a rep (after ten minutes of their "new" phone system), who refused to let me speak to a supervisor, again, and finally took my name again and promised me someone would call me today to get things straightened out. I'll believe that when I see it. Quick summary of the situation: Amazon fucked over my wishlist and reverted my ship-to address to my previous address. At least one, maybe more, gifts have now been shipped to an invalid address. When I called, the rep in India (and if she wasn't physically in India, she found an American company that's willing to hire phone reps with accents that are impenetrable) eventually explained that she had no idea how that could happen, but they'd take care of it. After three days, I got a condescending email from Amazon explaining where to click to change my address. Yes, after three days they sent me a form letter and ignored my actual problem. So yeah, I was not happy with the phone rep I spoke to this morning.
3. Got a terse email from my editor this morning, telling me After missing so many issues and not submitting any reviews for the review books you've been sent, I have to ask if you're still interested in writing for Bookslut. If so, I need a definite commitment from you to submit a column and at least two book reviews for the January issue.
This was surprising, as I'd only missed the November issue, and I'd told her I'd miss it, given the whole getting-married-in-October thing. Then I saw that my column (which was pretty-damned review-happy) wasn't in the December issue, even though I submitted it on Wednesday. I'd assumed it was an editorial choice (I hadn't hadshadesong copy-edit it, since she's been sick), but was told that she'd never gotten it (and I guess it wasn't missed enough to merit a "where's your column" note). Lovely.
(and yeah, I'm about four books behind, review-wise -- mea culpa).
EDIT: The response: If you resend it, I'll save it for January. Lovely. Just fucking lovely. Especially since it's a "what to buy for the holidays" column.
4. Scrubs looks to be a clip show tonight, and Gilmore is a rerun. Meh.
5. Work, we won't even get started on.
6. I ripped yet another pair of pants yesterday. When they talk about the weight crisis in America, they always talk about the rising cost of healthcare for those of us who are obese. They never mention the constant econimic turmoil created by needing to buy new clothing. Short-term solution: Buy new (and cheap) pants. Long-term, as always, is to lose weight. It might happen. Not during this season, but it might happen.
7. John Abraham is out for the game against the Steelers. Granted, we were likely to get our asses kicked with him in the game anyway, but without him, my Jets are in trouble.
8. Insert anything I omitted here. I'm sure there's more shit.
shadesong is still sick. And a quick glance at her latest post will let you know exactly how much the doctor she saw today (not her regular one) sucked ass.2. Amazon woes continued. Called and spoke to a rep (after ten minutes of their "new" phone system), who refused to let me speak to a supervisor, again, and finally took my name again and promised me someone would call me today to get things straightened out. I'll believe that when I see it. Quick summary of the situation: Amazon fucked over my wishlist and reverted my ship-to address to my previous address. At least one, maybe more, gifts have now been shipped to an invalid address. When I called, the rep in India (and if she wasn't physically in India, she found an American company that's willing to hire phone reps with accents that are impenetrable) eventually explained that she had no idea how that could happen, but they'd take care of it. After three days, I got a condescending email from Amazon explaining where to click to change my address. Yes, after three days they sent me a form letter and ignored my actual problem. So yeah, I was not happy with the phone rep I spoke to this morning.
3. Got a terse email from my editor this morning, telling me After missing so many issues and not submitting any reviews for the review books you've been sent, I have to ask if you're still interested in writing for Bookslut. If so, I need a definite commitment from you to submit a column and at least two book reviews for the January issue.
This was surprising, as I'd only missed the November issue, and I'd told her I'd miss it, given the whole getting-married-in-October thing. Then I saw that my column (which was pretty-damned review-happy) wasn't in the December issue, even though I submitted it on Wednesday. I'd assumed it was an editorial choice (I hadn't had
shadesong copy-edit it, since she's been sick), but was told that she'd never gotten it (and I guess it wasn't missed enough to merit a "where's your column" note). Lovely.(and yeah, I'm about four books behind, review-wise -- mea culpa).
EDIT: The response: If you resend it, I'll save it for January. Lovely. Just fucking lovely. Especially since it's a "what to buy for the holidays" column.
4. Scrubs looks to be a clip show tonight, and Gilmore is a rerun. Meh.
5. Work, we won't even get started on.
6. I ripped yet another pair of pants yesterday. When they talk about the weight crisis in America, they always talk about the rising cost of healthcare for those of us who are obese. They never mention the constant econimic turmoil created by needing to buy new clothing. Short-term solution: Buy new (and cheap) pants. Long-term, as always, is to lose weight. It might happen. Not during this season, but it might happen.
7. John Abraham is out for the game against the Steelers. Granted, we were likely to get our asses kicked with him in the game anyway, but without him, my Jets are in trouble.
8. Insert anything I omitted here. I'm sure there's more shit.