Sorry, I’m female. That said, it took me a while of clicking around on their website to find the terms of service, which are not linked from their billing page. And you’re right, the TOS does include the 30 days notice.
I summon a pox upon their webmaster for not creating what would seem to be eminently logical links or at least updating the information on the billing page - it just says to call them to cancel. :rolleyes:
Dear people of coastal Florida: Please move. In case you haven’t noticed, Hurricanes kick your state’s ass usually once a year, and really go all out on it every 5 years or so. This wouldn’t be a problem if no one lived there, but since you do, a shitload of tax money that could otherwise be put to good use is spent rebuilding your houses and businesses.
What’s that? You won’t move? Then quit bitching when we torture you for your tenacity by sending you our old people.
Dear people about whom I am attempting to write an article,
Call me back. Please. Even if it’s just to tell me you don’t want to be interviewed. An email would work, too.
Fuck, I am hating this chick at work!
ME: I need this template for my computer so I can do this project.
HER: I don’t know where it is.
ME: Well, neither do I. And since your job is to assist me, I’d like you to find it for me.
HER: But I don’t know where it is.
ME: Well, find it. I’ll need it by Wednesday.
HER: I said I don’t know where it is!
ME: Look, do I need to ask to have a new assistant assigned to me? Because I think we both know that I ask you to do very little. And when I ask you to do something, my expectation is that you will do it or, if you’re not sure how, you’ll do your best to figure out how. Do you have a problem with that?
HER: [Sullenly.] NO.
ME: GOOD. I’ll need that template by Wednesday.
HER: Publications may have it.
ME: Then you’ll probably want to CALL THEM.
We give each other the hairy eyeball, until she backs down and walks away. I’m an extremely flexible boss and a very easygoing person IRL, but I honestly don’t think I’m going to be able to work with this woman.
I think I owe you an apology. You see, my impossibly stupid coworker finally quit last year and, well, I think you hired her.
To be fair, one of the people I am trying to write an article about just called me back.
Next time, Ray, just spear him, or butt-end him, or jump him from behind and throw punches at his head while he’s lying defenceless on the ice. Just don’t slash him. 'Cause that’s bad, mkay?
I should have left well enough alone - I started off with “she” and “her” and then considered he/she and his/her, decided that was goofy, and guessed maybe you were a guy. Next time I’ll go with my gut instinct.
And cancel my subscription, if I have one.
Two advertising mini-rants:
Ads that celebrate the idea that your product or service will put other people out of work make me nauseous. This is a broad hint to the makers of Bertolli Frozen Pseudo-Italian Dinners and Turbotax - just sell the virtues of your product. Putting people on the unemployment lines (fat chance, Bertolli) is not an amusing concept.
Write some new music or jingles to go with your product. I do not want to hear a favorite song (or even one I don’t particularly like) used to market your particular line of slop. As soon as I hear the Who or Stones or even some wretched bubblegum group and realize it is an ad, I hit the mute button.
Hostile la Vista,
Jackmannii
“Would love to chat again sometime… however, I really feel compelled to tell you that I’m in a committed relationship. I hope that I didn’t lead you on…”
Lead me on? For example, by chatting with me for almost four hours, first in a bar then over coffee, never once mentioning that you had a boyfriend, not even when I told you you were cute, or asked if you really had to go home early? No, you didn’t lead me on, what on earth would make you think that?
“I hope that I didn’t lead you on…” [babelfish]…
"I hope I lead you on, ‘cause I needed the ego boost, but I hope you don’t start stalking me…’[/bf]
Mine: Possible future out of town employer: If you want to interview me, could you have 1)given me more than a day’s notice so I could scare up a flight 2) NOT scheduled said interview at 9:00 am, which guarantees I can’t get a flight on time if the weather is slightly less than sparkling??? Fuck, off to go try to negotiate a better interview time.
I just want to let everyone know that while I hope Anna Nicole’s daughter is well taken care of and leads a full and happy life, it isn’t really necessary for me to me notified about how it all pans out. Really.
Oh, the Pit. I mean…shut the fuck up about Anna Nicole. Really. No one had anything good to say when she was alive; just because she croaked, must we all pretend to care? For all I know, she was a real swell gal. But her life and death don’t affect me in the slightest way. I’m dreading what we’ll have to listen to when Paris Hilton kicks off…
^^^ We were flipping through the channels this weekend, and came across some news channel (CNN or something) that was acting like it was major news breaking - ANNA NICOLE SMITH DEAD! It was something like two days after she had been found dead. My husband and I looked at each other incredulously - what are we missing here, that they are trumpeting her death like it’s news, two days later?
“And in other news, Anna Nicole Smith still dead.”
Sheesh.
Cue Generalissimo Fransisco Franco joke.
While I sympathize in a way that only those who have driven their share of crappy beaters can, if your godforsaken piece of shit truck cannot maintain the posted minimum speed limit on the interstate, STAY ON THE GODDAM SURFACE STREETS.
People. Not Dopers, generally, but everyone on the net and in the media. Bemused and amused are NOT synonymous.
bemused:
amused:
You are not bemused by your child’s antics, unless you’re hung up on wondering why she was singing show tunes in the car. You are not bemused by that flash animation, unless you honestly don’t know what it’s parodying. You are amused. I’m not bemused at all, though: I know that once these things get started, they become accepted usage, and there’s nothing anyone can do. I could care less. NOT.
Well, at least Rita Cosby (MSNBC) still has a job for a few more days.
Another Rant
To the little 10-12 years hoodrats who bothered me on Saturday: Fucko off!
Yes, I was pulling an Affleck – brushing my teeth in the car – but I’d just eaten and was meeting a friend with whom I’d be working closely and didn’t have time to stop at home.
Anyway, it’s my own damn business what I do in my own damn car as long as I continue to drive safely.*
However, it was you who decided to throw something at my car when I was stopped at a light to get my attention and then pantomine my tooth-brushing, all the while laughing hysterically.
What was so amazing to you? The fact that I was brushing my own teeth in my own car, or that fact that I was using an actual toothbrush and that item was an object of wonder and discovery for you, something you’d never seen?
The only thing I really minded was that you threw something at my car, you little hoodlums-in-the-mak . . ., I mean hoodlums-who-are-already-formed.
Bad-asses that you were though, you sure took off running real fast when I pulled over, turned off the engine and bent to reach under the seat.
You rock!
Before I respond to this, are you being sincere or sarcastic? I need to know.