Ok, before I even get started I am going to bow to the superior ranting skills of everyone else on this board. I know this is lame compared to the grand scheme of the Universe, but SHIT, is it too much to ask, Barnes & Noble? I’m mad, and I’ve been schlepping around in the rain to every office supply store in town because of you dickbelts!
Almost exactly a year ago I purchased a very nice, black leather, (zippered, mind you) day-runner organizer thingy from you guys. I paid 40 bucks for it, because I thought I would be able to use it for many years to come. Needless to say, I spent many pleasurable hours working on it, anticipating how organized I was gonna be this year, finally! Oh the sweet salvation of being to have everything at my fingertips…
Ah, how I have grown attached to it, carrying it everywhere, entrusting my important papers to it’s secure, cozy, yet roomy pockets…(sigh)…
So two weeks ago, I realize it is time. It is time to get calendar refill pages for the precious thing. I make my way to the store where I first laid eyes on it, and I see that there are more organizers there, (none zippered, mind you) but no refill pages. I feel a slight bit of anxiety, but assure myself that surely an organization such as yours wouldn’t be so remiss in your inventory. They must be here in you spacious, lovley store somewhere.
After posing my query, I stand patiently and wait, as your college student employees scroll through their PC screens. I am told to call Meg, because after all, she is the one who orders this stuff. I am handed a yellow post-it with her number.
Well, Meg is never there, and she doesn’t return her phone calls. By now, I am becoming indignant, and all the while my calendar pages are ticking down, everyday drawing closer, closer to their demise. Dear God, the humanity! I need the pages, fast! Help me!
I return to the store once more. I am told, not by Meg, “You better just check at an office supply store because I don’t think we have any plans to order refill pages for these.”
So I do.
And you know what I find, at every frigging store in Savannah Georgia?
NOBODY’S REFILLS, FROM ANY GOD-DAMNED MANUFACTURER, WILL FIT MY BLACK LEATHER (zippered, mind you) BARNES & NOBLE ORGANIZER, YA BUNCH A’ PUSSY WALLETS!!!
I know I could buy the other kind and use this wonderful invention they call a hole-puncher and sit and punch new holes in all the pages, but FUCK! I am a busy woman with a career in two fields, a husband, and two Elementary school-age kids, I don’t have time for this shit, do you hear me, Barnes & Noble?
Why in the hell would you sell something like this, you dweebtards? No plans to order any refills? That is dumb as a box of rocks and you guys make my ass want to suck a lemon!
I now have, sitting next to me, here, on my desk, my new day-runner organizer thingy, (zippered, mind you) that I purchased from Office Depot, and while I am sure I will grow to love it…(sniff, sniff)…it just won’t be the same! Dammit!
And I swear to GOD, Office Depot, I BETTER be able to get refills for this sucker next year, because I would sooner go to hell in gasoline drawers before I purchase another one from you, Barnes & Noble.
However, book whore that I am, I will continue to buy other stuff there, and I hate myself for letting you have my pit cherry!
So go ahead. I’m a newbie-lurker. Chew me up and spit me out. I still feel better for getting it off my brain.