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Gazwad
Last night I bought a laptop from Dixons on line. This morning I had a call
from some ugly bint at my credit card company, they do these security checks
every so often in case of card fraud. Why do the bastards always do it at
awkward ****ing times?
So, I phone Dixons to tell them to take the money again as the first request
would have been refused.
I was told that the order had been cancelled and that she could order it for
me on my behalf, she mentions a price which includes shitware I don't want
so I tell her I'll re-do the order on the net.
Back on the web site the price has now increased by £50 and it wont take my
£25 discount voucher as it's no longer valid.
****
So, I phone Dixons again to see if they can order the goods at the same
price, I'm told that the price is now over £100 more than the price I
ordered it at.
****ING WHAT?
I Tell the bint to forget it unless she can give it to me at the price I
originally agreed.
<CLICK>
On the phone to Nat-****ing-west, calm down whilst waiting to speak to some
****, waits...
Eventually speak to some bint, I tell the bint I need to refer to a manager.
She asks why so I explain that they have just cost me £75 and only a manager
would be empowered to reimburse me. She puts me through to a supervisor.
Same deal, explain things, explain why only a manager could help. I'm told
that they are all in a meeting but he, the supervisor, may be able to help
me. So I explain that because they didn't bother to phone me to do a
security check before they bounced the payment I have lost a £75 discount
off an item. The supervisor told me he would refer the case to a manager and
call me back.
WANKER
Before he goes he does a check and confirms that an amount has just been
cleared.
HOW MUCH?
He confirms the amount cleared was the full price for the laptop but just
the laptop not the £12 I wanted to pay for a confirmed delivery time/date.
So I told him not to let the amount go through, I never agreed to it and
certainly wasn't going to ****ing well pay it, 'scuse the french but I'm
more than hacked-off now. He sees my point but asserts their position, it's
the second time the payment has been requested and they have already checked
with me so know the amount can be let through.
NOOOO
Somewhat gingerly he suggests I need to call the supplier again to clarify
that I didn't want them to take that amount of money.
<SLAM>
On the phone to Dixons, again. Spoke to a chap but I'm already in rip off
head and shit down neck, mode.
I'm now told that the original order hasn't been cancelled at all and he
could simply push that one through.
"Well, that's what I tried to have done 2 and a half hours ago!"
He says he cannot apologise enough and he would make sure the relevant
department hears about my plight. I make sure he's aware that it's the first
useless ****ing bitch rather than the second one who needs to get it in the
neck for telling me the order was cancelled, not the second one for just
being a useless ****.
So there you have it, bitches should even be allowed to sell computers let
alone work with the ****ing things.
Oh, the phone rang, it's the natwest guy, "the manager says we can't..."
I stop him short and explain that Dixons have changed their minds about the
original order being cancelled and should be re-presenting the card, I need
him to ensure there are no further issues with this and if there was I would
simply refuse to pay my bill ever again and move my half a dozen accounts to
another bank. He agrees to my requests and starts to tell me about their
policies on keeping down fraud and how they might be introducing a better
system blah blah blah. Another phone rings;-
"Hello dere, I is from Dixon"
I get rid of the first ****, thanking him for his time and effort.
The Dixons chap explains that a payment had been refused and he was calling
to see if we could sort something out. I told him about the entire episode,
order being "cancelled" and the fact that now my stomach hurts and I need to
see a doctor as Dixons had given me a ****ing ulcer.
He laughs and says "You know, dem people are in a different building, dey is
in sheffield, most of dem don't know what dey is doin".
"You're not wrong mate!" I tell him, he confirms that my order has now gone
through ok and also confirms the price and delivery date.
The question is, how many other people have either been completely ****ed
about by Dixons/currys/what have you or lost/almost lost money due to their
bank/credit card ****ing them about or agree that whenever a ****ing woman
gets involved with anything they manage to **** it up worse than a ****ing
Mick?
--
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.
from some ugly bint at my credit card company, they do these security checks
every so often in case of card fraud. Why do the bastards always do it at
awkward ****ing times?
So, I phone Dixons to tell them to take the money again as the first request
would have been refused.
I was told that the order had been cancelled and that she could order it for
me on my behalf, she mentions a price which includes shitware I don't want
so I tell her I'll re-do the order on the net.
Back on the web site the price has now increased by £50 and it wont take my
£25 discount voucher as it's no longer valid.
****
So, I phone Dixons again to see if they can order the goods at the same
price, I'm told that the price is now over £100 more than the price I
ordered it at.
****ING WHAT?
I Tell the bint to forget it unless she can give it to me at the price I
originally agreed.
<CLICK>
On the phone to Nat-****ing-west, calm down whilst waiting to speak to some
****, waits...
Eventually speak to some bint, I tell the bint I need to refer to a manager.
She asks why so I explain that they have just cost me £75 and only a manager
would be empowered to reimburse me. She puts me through to a supervisor.
Same deal, explain things, explain why only a manager could help. I'm told
that they are all in a meeting but he, the supervisor, may be able to help
me. So I explain that because they didn't bother to phone me to do a
security check before they bounced the payment I have lost a £75 discount
off an item. The supervisor told me he would refer the case to a manager and
call me back.
WANKER
Before he goes he does a check and confirms that an amount has just been
cleared.
HOW MUCH?
He confirms the amount cleared was the full price for the laptop but just
the laptop not the £12 I wanted to pay for a confirmed delivery time/date.
So I told him not to let the amount go through, I never agreed to it and
certainly wasn't going to ****ing well pay it, 'scuse the french but I'm
more than hacked-off now. He sees my point but asserts their position, it's
the second time the payment has been requested and they have already checked
with me so know the amount can be let through.
NOOOO
Somewhat gingerly he suggests I need to call the supplier again to clarify
that I didn't want them to take that amount of money.
<SLAM>
On the phone to Dixons, again. Spoke to a chap but I'm already in rip off
head and shit down neck, mode.
I'm now told that the original order hasn't been cancelled at all and he
could simply push that one through.
"Well, that's what I tried to have done 2 and a half hours ago!"
He says he cannot apologise enough and he would make sure the relevant
department hears about my plight. I make sure he's aware that it's the first
useless ****ing bitch rather than the second one who needs to get it in the
neck for telling me the order was cancelled, not the second one for just
being a useless ****.
So there you have it, bitches should even be allowed to sell computers let
alone work with the ****ing things.
Oh, the phone rang, it's the natwest guy, "the manager says we can't..."
I stop him short and explain that Dixons have changed their minds about the
original order being cancelled and should be re-presenting the card, I need
him to ensure there are no further issues with this and if there was I would
simply refuse to pay my bill ever again and move my half a dozen accounts to
another bank. He agrees to my requests and starts to tell me about their
policies on keeping down fraud and how they might be introducing a better
system blah blah blah. Another phone rings;-
"Hello dere, I is from Dixon"
I get rid of the first ****, thanking him for his time and effort.
The Dixons chap explains that a payment had been refused and he was calling
to see if we could sort something out. I told him about the entire episode,
order being "cancelled" and the fact that now my stomach hurts and I need to
see a doctor as Dixons had given me a ****ing ulcer.
He laughs and says "You know, dem people are in a different building, dey is
in sheffield, most of dem don't know what dey is doin".
"You're not wrong mate!" I tell him, he confirms that my order has now gone
through ok and also confirms the price and delivery date.
The question is, how many other people have either been completely ****ed
about by Dixons/currys/what have you or lost/almost lost money due to their
bank/credit card ****ing them about or agree that whenever a ****ing woman
gets involved with anything they manage to **** it up worse than a ****ing
Mick?
--
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.
