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Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Fuck everyone and everything

God fucking damn I feel like I should be a Linkin Park fan today.

Everything is going wrong, all at once, and I am pissed about it.

I've been waiting on a music theory book from an eBay seller since August 26. It costs $90 new, which I can't afford, so I won an auction for a previous edition for $10. I waited. I missed out on handing some homework in and was embarrassed in class a few times because I didn't have the book, but figured I couldn't handle that if it meant saving $80. I waited some more. Finally, after two and a half weeks, I sent a query to the seller asking where the book was. I received an e-mail the next day:
We recently received your order. Unfortunately, upon attempting to pull your order from our shelves, we found that we do not, in fact, have your book in our inventory. We will therefore be issuing you a complete refund through paypal as soon as possible, within the next 1-3 days.

We sincerely apologize for any inconvenience this matter may have caused you, and we hope that you’ll give us a second chance to earn your business. Please let us know if we can be of further assistance to you in any way.


Jennifer E.
Customer Service

Here I would like to state as a fact that GreatBuyBooks is a piece of shit.

My reply:
Wow. I can't believe it took you WELL OVER TWO WEEKS to tell me this - and maybe you wouldn't even have told me if I hadn't raised the query. I have already lost five marks in missed college homework because I was waiting for this book to arrive, and now I either have to lose more marks or buy it new and bounce my mortgage check. I would thank you for the refund, but you have caused me a huge amount of stress, and your refund is completely meaningless.

Your service is disgustingly disorganized and unprofessional. I am incredibly pissed off.


I typed but ended up deleting the last paragragh, which was something along the lines of "Fuck you."

I'm having trouble concentrating when I practice or do homework, I think at least in part because I'm worried sick about our finances. We've been hounding our ex-landlord for a couple of weeks regarding our rent deposit. We found out yesterday that he'd already sent it certified mail on August 31.

We need that check. We need it badly. Matt doesn't have a job yet, and I'm bleeding money because of college.

So we looked up the tracking number on our landlord's certified mail receipt, and the system told us that a notice was delivered to us on September 2.

No, it wasn't.

We went down to the post office this morning. The clerk disappeared for close to twenty minutes, then came back and confirmed the sinking feeling in my stomach. They appear to have fucking lost it. They have fucking LOST our fucking CHECK, even after the sender paid them an extra three fucking dollars to fucking take care of it.

That did it. I went off at the post office, and burst into tears in the car.

Now I have to go to school, buy the music theory textbook with money borrowed from my parents-in-law (FUCK I hate borrowing money), attempt to do the homework in half an hour without throwing up because of stress, attend class, and go to a masterclass and a string quartet rehearsal completely fucking unrehearsed.

Life sucks! I'm one step closer to the edge, and I'm about to break! I fucking hate myself and I want to die! Shut up when I'm talking to you!
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