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Last night, I discovered that Staples Copy and Print finally works with non-IE browsers. So I can get my schtuff printed at staples without mucking with IE on Windows. That's progress.

Unfortunately, my pamphlet I wanted to print there has a fatal flaw: I can't figure out how to flip the inside page, so both sides will be appropriate-side-up when it's folded. Rather, I can't be bothered to figure out how to find the Open Office 'make a book' setting right now. (which is one of the reasons I'm not a professional designer...) No matter, it's a small enough batch I can print and fold it myself.

...and a public memo to my bank:

If you're gonna call at 6:30pm and say "this is your local bank branch. Please call us back tomorrow," you really can give some sort of hint that you want to SELL ME SOMETHING and not that it's, y'know, a real emergency. Because when I call 10 times the next day from work, worried my ID was stolen or something, and still can't get ahold of the right person, I will be quite irritated when you finally call me back (at work, in late afternoon) and launch into a sales pitch. And I will be no less irritated when you act surprised and apologetic, but claim you're only following privacy regulation. Thanks.

Comments

[dawn-guy.livejournal.com]

We got several automated calls from a bank in the states over the course of a couple of weeks, with the requirement to press numbers to continue. It took about eight calls (by which time we'd pretty much written it off as some marketing scheme) to get to the point of being able to speak with a human.

It turned out that catbear's ex had missed one mortgage payment and the bank was using an automated system that required a human on the receiving end to attempt to contact the people whose names are on the loan. T never heard about it until he called her (she has been working long hours and would have been out of the house at the time of all the calls), at which point I understand she took care of the payment and ripped a strip off someone at the bank.

[poeticalpanther.livejournal.com]

...and another small mystery solved, as catbear is inadvertently identified (popped up on my flist the other day, saw the location, shrugged, added...much nicer to be able to place person in social network appropriately). :)

As to the bank...I could only wish pharmacies showed as much effort about privacy issues. I've had a pharmacist talking to a flipping grocery store manager about my meds, in front of half a dozen people.

Me, I just hang up on computers. Anyone who wants me badly enough will have a human call. Anyone else knows where my mailbox is.

[nobodyhere.livejournal.com]

My insurance company did something even worse -- they called us, and then sent us a letter saying they couldn't get a hold of us and to call them. For a sales pitch.

Have you thought about switching banks?

[melted-snowball.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was going to ask the same question. We might consider taking the Scotiabank people up on their constant offers of an easy switch if this keeps up. Some time ago, TD kept me on hold for 15 minutes so that I could activate my new card, while they pitched me that bullshitty "credit insurance" crap.

[da-lj.livejournal.com]

Oh, in the bigger scheme, this is annoying but not enough to make me switch banks.

Though, if they sent me a letter demanding that I call them asap, I might just.

[london-bill.livejournal.com]

You legally have the right to ask then to take you off of their calling list. With thism they cannot call you to solicit you and will only be acvle to contact you on a business need.

[london-bill.livejournal.com]

Holly shit, my typing sucks.

[da-lj.livejournal.com]

meh. seen worse. ;)

[melted-snowball.livejournal.com]

Just out of curiousity, is "geek, hate, sucks, rocks" now your default set of tags?

[da-lj.livejournal.com]

;-P

'ey, wait a minute. I didn't put those tags on some of those entries! At least not intentionally.

I think the tagging program went a bit overboard on my last update last night.

thx for catching that. grr.