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[da]

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.

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[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.