I don’t even get to bitch about this in the first person, because it happened to my wife.
After 5 months of unemployment, I accepted a position that will require a several hunded mile move, and I start Nov 3rd. Naturally, I was surfing the real estate websites for SE Virginia, trying to familiarize myself with what’s available.
I stumbled across a site that claimed to have the most complete MLS listing. Like an idiot (my fault for doing this), I filled out an info page. I got a form mail reply saying that the RE company is processing my data, then left for school to work on a lab project.
While I was gone, some guy from a clearing house office in British Columbia for the real estate organization calls, wanting to discuss the submitted data. My wife had no clue that I filed out a sucker sheet.
British Columbian Idiot: “Mrs. Vunder, are you sure you want to move to Hampton, VA?”
VunderWife: “Yes. My husband just accepted an offer with NASA.”
BCI: “Are you sure? NASA is only in Florida and Texas”
VW: “Yes, I’m sure. It’s next door to Langley Air Force Base.”
A moment of silence, then BCI asks, “Are you certain you want to move to Hampton? It’s 180 miles to Langley VA, and that’s a 4 hour commute one way.”
[Langley VA is a Washington DC suburb, and is the home of the CIA]
VW: “No no no! Langley AFB is in HAMPTON, not LANGLEY! I know where we need to move to.”
This went on for four telephone calls, all while I was gone. Of course, I was ambushed when I got home.
The only bit of vengeance I could dish out about this is I replied to the original e-mail I got as confirmation. I sent them this:
[q][bYa know, if some clueless moron from British Columbia is going to try to debate my wife about Langley vs. Hampton, Virginia as a place to live, or try to tell me that my employer only exists on Florida and Texas, then I don’t want anything to do with you clowns.
Get stuffed and good riddance.