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New chapter is up at ff.net
Mar. 7th, 2005 07:00 amI submitted Chapter 16 to FA yesterday evening, so that is on it’s way, and it can be found on FF.net here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2127049/16/
I’ll also get it up at the Lexicon ASAP, but I have a lot of running around to do after I drop the kids off at school.
I hate to say this, but I only have about half of chapter 17 done, which could mean another delay soon. I’ll do my best to avoid it, though, even if I have to post the next chapter un-betaed (which I hate to do). This chapter is giving me problems (it’s strange writing Christmas stuff at Easter time), and Real Life is being weird, and demanding a lot more of my time.
Also, my husband is going back to working the night shift (5 to 5) and so I will most likely be computer-less during the day quite a lot while he is sleeping (the computer is in the bedroom). This is both bad (Seeing hubby less) and good, since I tend to write better at night, and this will give me more opportunity to do that. We’ll see how it goes.
And now for something completely unrelated to anything:
Okay – just some weirdness. This happened a while ago, and I keep thinking about it. I bought a book. It was in shrink-wrap. When I got home, I realized that I already had that particular book (dummy me). So, I went to return it, and they tell me that they don’t accept returns on books and magazines. I told them that it would have been nice to have known that before, and suggested that they put up a sign that says that.
They said (insert snotty-attitude-voice), “There’s one right here in front of the register.” And the lady pointed vaguely over her register to the front. I see no sign, just a rather large display of stationery.
“Uh, no, there’s not,” I said, trying to be polite.
“Yes. There is,” she tells me in a long-suffering tone.
“Could you please show me, then?” I asked, getting a bit snippy myself at her attitude.
She stomps around the counter and stares for a minute, then moves the display out of the way to point to a small piece of paper taped to the back of the register that does, indeed, say that they don’t accept returns or exchanges on books or magazines. “See?”
“No, I didn’t,” I replied. “Obviously. There was display blocking it.”
The lady behind me laughed a little.
“Well, it’s printed out on your receipt, anyway,” she says in a ha! kind of way.
“What good does that do if by that point I’ve already purchased it and am no longer allowed to return it?” I asked in frustration.
“Well, it’s on there, so you can’t return it. Next time you’ll know,” she says.
I would have asked to speak with the manager at this point, but I was pretty sure that she was the manager.
“There won’t be a next time,” I said. “As I don’t shop at places with such poor customer service.”
I opened my wallet and pulled out my frequent shopper card (the kind where you get ten dollars of free merchandise for every hundred you spend). It had almost seventy dollars on it, amassed over the period of about a year. Then I turned to the next lady in line and asked them if they would like to have my card since I wouldn’t be coming back. She was happy to accept it since she had about $60 in merchandise.
Then – and this is the best part – she says, “I was just going to buy that book.” (The one I had just tried, unsuccessfully, to return.) “I’ll buy it from you instead, since you just basically gave me ten dollars.” She had obviously overheard the problems I was having.
The lady hands me the twenty I paid for the book and I handed her the book with the receipt.
“Thanks!” I told her, and turned to leave.
“You can’t do that!” the manager says angrily. “You can’t just sell your stuff in here!”
“It was bought here,” the other lady said sweetly. “See? I have a receipt!”
Hee hee. Sometimes Karma works quickly. I love it.
I’m never going back there. I’m vindictive like that. Ask KFC.
Link of the day: A fun game! http://www.lifetimetv.com/games/game.php?game=queen
I’ll also get it up at the Lexicon ASAP, but I have a lot of running around to do after I drop the kids off at school.
I hate to say this, but I only have about half of chapter 17 done, which could mean another delay soon. I’ll do my best to avoid it, though, even if I have to post the next chapter un-betaed (which I hate to do). This chapter is giving me problems (it’s strange writing Christmas stuff at Easter time), and Real Life is being weird, and demanding a lot more of my time.
Also, my husband is going back to working the night shift (5 to 5) and so I will most likely be computer-less during the day quite a lot while he is sleeping (the computer is in the bedroom). This is both bad (Seeing hubby less) and good, since I tend to write better at night, and this will give me more opportunity to do that. We’ll see how it goes.
And now for something completely unrelated to anything:
Okay – just some weirdness. This happened a while ago, and I keep thinking about it. I bought a book. It was in shrink-wrap. When I got home, I realized that I already had that particular book (dummy me). So, I went to return it, and they tell me that they don’t accept returns on books and magazines. I told them that it would have been nice to have known that before, and suggested that they put up a sign that says that.
They said (insert snotty-attitude-voice), “There’s one right here in front of the register.” And the lady pointed vaguely over her register to the front. I see no sign, just a rather large display of stationery.
“Uh, no, there’s not,” I said, trying to be polite.
“Yes. There is,” she tells me in a long-suffering tone.
“Could you please show me, then?” I asked, getting a bit snippy myself at her attitude.
She stomps around the counter and stares for a minute, then moves the display out of the way to point to a small piece of paper taped to the back of the register that does, indeed, say that they don’t accept returns or exchanges on books or magazines. “See?”
“No, I didn’t,” I replied. “Obviously. There was display blocking it.”
The lady behind me laughed a little.
“Well, it’s printed out on your receipt, anyway,” she says in a ha! kind of way.
“What good does that do if by that point I’ve already purchased it and am no longer allowed to return it?” I asked in frustration.
“Well, it’s on there, so you can’t return it. Next time you’ll know,” she says.
I would have asked to speak with the manager at this point, but I was pretty sure that she was the manager.
“There won’t be a next time,” I said. “As I don’t shop at places with such poor customer service.”
I opened my wallet and pulled out my frequent shopper card (the kind where you get ten dollars of free merchandise for every hundred you spend). It had almost seventy dollars on it, amassed over the period of about a year. Then I turned to the next lady in line and asked them if they would like to have my card since I wouldn’t be coming back. She was happy to accept it since she had about $60 in merchandise.
Then – and this is the best part – she says, “I was just going to buy that book.” (The one I had just tried, unsuccessfully, to return.) “I’ll buy it from you instead, since you just basically gave me ten dollars.” She had obviously overheard the problems I was having.
The lady hands me the twenty I paid for the book and I handed her the book with the receipt.
“Thanks!” I told her, and turned to leave.
“You can’t do that!” the manager says angrily. “You can’t just sell your stuff in here!”
“It was bought here,” the other lady said sweetly. “See? I have a receipt!”
Hee hee. Sometimes Karma works quickly. I love it.
I’m never going back there. I’m vindictive like that. Ask KFC.
Link of the day: A fun game! http://www.lifetimetv.com/games/game.php?game=queen
