Every month for the last six months or more I have duly sent you my payment not less than six days before the due date. Each and every motherfucking one of those months I have then received an email approximately one week after the due date informing me that my payment is late.
Thankfully, you have not yet dinged me with any late fees, nor does it so far appear to have impacted my credit score.
In each of these months I have provided my payment within a sufficient margin to ensure that it arrives by the due date. I have also noted that in the months where I am sending it as much as 11 days before the due date, I am still receiving these notices.
Please Cease and Desist with the late notices. It is not my problem if it takes your billing department a week or more to process my payment after it is received. This does not make my payment late. Each and every one of them has quite clearly arrived BEFORE the due date.
I am quite sure that if I were to take this up with the relevant Minnesota consumer protection agencies or Attorneys General Office, that you would lose this one.
Really? No one’s yet pointed out the awesome username/post content combo?
My turn:
Dear cat: I know it’s not nice to be mad at an animalfor doing its natural thang, but:
Did you have to jump up from the hardwood floors where you were hanging out and run full-tilt into the bathroom just so you could horpf all over the freshly-cleaned rug? Didja have to do it early in the morning about two hours before we wanted to be up, on the one day a week we can sleep in?
Please just puke on the hardwoods next time. Or the tile in the kitchen.
Not on the hardwoods. The acid stains/damages the finish if it sits there any length of time before you get to it. Last thing you want it a bunch of lighter patches all over the hardwood.
I wish they would learn to throw up on tile or linoleum floors.
We had taken in my parents three obese cats for a month. Mom would put them on diet food, but that’s ‘cruel’.
There was daily throw up on our nice white carpet, but also on the creme colored arm of the couch. Wtf. You’re so lazy that you can’t even move from your cushy spot on the couch to hork?
I’m so glad their gone, though I like cats, four total is too much. One of the cats would hide on a shelf near my computer and reach out and scratch my hand if I tried to use the mouse.
Gah, and everywhere you went there were cats just *staring * at you…and none of them were MY cat who took to hiding behind my computer monitor 23 hours a day as he didn’t want to experience the joys of being mounted by the youngest of my Mom’s terrors.
We have no carpets in the entire two floors of our house except for three area rugs (and even these aren’t very large) and a handful of throw rugs. Guess where our cats always hork? I figure they just don’t like splatter.
Polyurethane, baby! Mr. Horseshoe thinks maybe, since we go to the bathroom to throw up, she followed suit.
I changed my name a while ago. HR tells me they’ll submit the info to my insurance co. to update their shit. Insurance company promptly mails me a new ID card … with my original name on it. :rolleyes:
Now I’m on hold after navigating a voice menu that must’ve made me sound like an idiot to the co-workers forced to eavesdrop. “Yes. YES. No. YES!!” (“Did you say .. billing?”) :smack:
Gah! I hate those! Who decided that we all need to broadcast our particular customer service needs to the world at large? If I have a billing problem, I don’t want to have to tell my entire office about it, usually relatively loudly.
Woman who just left a message on our answering machine, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Partly because you were speaking Spanish, and my Spanish is quite rusty. But your voice and words were unclear, you were mumbling and slurring, and you left no call-back number (I remember enough Spanish to recognize the words for the numbers). I sure hope you weren’t having some kind of problem, because you ain’t getting help from ME.
No kidding - what is wrong with just pressing unambiguous buttons? Is there some benefit to be gained from shouting word that the software doesn’t understand into a phone?
Some months ago I had a couple of text messages sent to my home phone ( ) from some guy who was having some kind of relationship crisis and was hoping that their friendship would survive or some drama like that. I hope it survived him being stupid enough to text to my home phone number, and me not responding to it because I didn’t know who the hell it was.
I found a really good job as a writer for a local schools publicity board that I would love to apply for. I have all the qualifications and good references. What I do not have, due to several hard drive failures last year, are writing samples. All of my old documents were backed up on a hard drive that got dropped when I tried to ship it to get the data recovered (due to me not having a computer, see aforementioned hard drive failure issues) and the pins got all bent up. When the computer guy tried to fix it with a new pinset, the Click of Death appeared. So now I have absolutely none of the work I’ve done over the last ten years. :mad:
Time to start emailing my documents folders to my Gmail account it seems.
Years ago a guy kept leaving messages on my work voicemail in Spanish that I couldn’t really understand. He finally, finally called during the day and after a bit of back and forth I figured out that a) he thought he was calling Comcast and b) he was calling because he couldn’t get any sound on the Playboy Channel during the day.
(Unless they changed the rule, no one gets sound on the Playboy Channel during the day.)
I don’t know about cats, but dogs generally give you some warning that they’re about to refund. with our old dog, If I heard the tell-tale “hrnk…hrnk…hrnk…” I’d get a sheet of newspaper in front of her as fast as possible. which meant she’d do her damndest to turn away :rolleyes:
Why is it so hard to get someone to fix our damn shower? I’d do it myself if I thought I could get it done in 2-3 days but I can’t and it’s our only shower/bathroom so time is an issue. It shouldn’t be so damn hard to find a general contractor who can rip out a shower, install a new one and a vent fan. The most recent guy didn’t even send us an estimate. People keep asking if I called him to find out why. I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO TRACK SOMEONE DOWN TO GET THEM TO TAKE OUR MONEY!!!
DAMMIT! I just don’t want to have to take a shower in a holey shower any more. I’m sick of having to take down the plastic and put it back up again every time I want to clean my shower. This has been going on for over a year now. We know how much it should cost. All the estimates are within a few hundred $$ of each other. We have the money. We know what tile and door and fixtures we want. We just want our damn shower fixed.
Is this too much to ask?
Oh, and thank you very much kudzu.com but when I ask for contractors near Southbridge, that doesn’t mean I want contractors from RI or Northampton. I realize that New England is fairly small but being over an hour away caused us to lose the contractor we loved back when we bought this place. We’re not going to go that route again.
And angieslist.com, I’m not going to pay for your service if you can’t tell me beforehand whether or not you have any contractors in my area listed. If I pay for your service and get the same damn contractors that I got from kudzu for free, I’m gonna be really pissed.
My old cat would do that. I got real good at grabbing him and running out the door so he could hork in the grass. My boyfriend’s cat, on the other hand, decided that she would start to pee on the living room carpet–right up against the wall where it’s incredibly hard to clean. She stopped and ran outside when I yelled at her, but seriously, what the hell cat?
To the ladies on my mom’s side of the family: having tits and a vajayjay does not prevent you from understanding how things work. Stop taking pride in your ignorance.
For the love of Og, please please please delete the e-mail addresses of the previous recipients of the e-mail you are forwarding. It’s bad enough that you’re forwarding e-mails, but it’s a total waste of time for me to have to scroll through whole address books full of people to get to the photo or virus warning or whatever it is you want me to see.
And, also for the love of Og, please get it together if you’re going to use the ATM. I can understand not being able to make a deposit or get cash during banking hours, but when there’s a line forming behind you, that may not be the best time to fiddle with your wallet to find your card, sign your check, and then make two or three transactions on top of that.
Mr. Horseshoe thinks maybe, since we go to the bathroom to throw up, she followed suit.
) from some guy who was having some kind of relationship crisis and was hoping that their friendship would survive or some drama like that. I hope it survived him being stupid enough to text to my home phone number, and me not responding to it because I didn’t know who the hell it was.