I just want to be connected to Hyderabad

July 29, 2005

I purchased a rather embarassingly-titled book from a used book seller on Amazon. For purposes of this post, let’s just call the book “How to Cure Your Back Pimples.”

The book never arrived, probably because my post office never delivers packages to my house, so I have to pick them up at the post office, and I try to consolidate post office trips by waiting until I have other things to mail, and then I wait so long I miss packages.

So, I went to Amazon to report the nonarrival of my book, and was told that I need to contact the seller directly. I would really prefer to deal with an automated system, and/or customer service reps who just don’t care about anything, or are in India, or both.

So I just sent off the email. “Hi, I’m Jen, the one who ordered ‘How to Cure Your Back Pimples,’ and I didn’t receive it, and I really need it!”

Embarassing. I am embarassed by nearly everything.

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