3 posts tagged “firstworldproblem”
So, back in December I ordered a stupid jacket from Neighborhoodies, a $70 novelty warmup jacket.
They have totally failed to get this package to me. Our office move partially excuses the first miss (only partially, because somehow all of our Amazon stuff got to us). But after that, I contacted customer service, gave them our new suite number, and per their request, gave them a credit card to charge a $5 redelivery fee to.
Today I got this:
Hi Erika! your package showed up toady somewhere in san francisco. i got a call fro ma nice woman named Brooke at 415 [phone number]. who has it. can you call her maybe to arrange a pickup? that'd probably be fastest.
please let me knwo what you do!
cheers
Michael
founder
neighborhoodies.com
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Seriously? They didn't even bother to ask where this "nice woman" was calling from?
I am going to sew on my own damn letters henceforth.
UPDATE: While I was doing usability testing, Mike and Sandy tag-teamed Mr. Michael. By the time I came out my hoodie had arrived.
This is like that thing that happens when multiple asteroid or volcano pictures come out at once. Following the launch of Mie's precious little Tesla, there is now a hot little electric sportscar of the same name
Granted, the first run of car will cost $90,000, and most electricity in America still comes from coal. So, we can't call this a mainstream solution to fossil-fuel dependence. Also, the 7,000 lithium ion-batteries strapped together have the potential to go boom. Better many small ones than a couple of big ones, I guess.
But, unlike the "killed" electric cars past, the Tesla...
is very sexy
goes from 0-60 in 4 seconds
has a range of 250 miles per charge
has its own built-in charging station
and runs at the equivalent of 135 miles per gallon
And the engineers are working on a home solar charging station so owners can go off the grid completely.
This is progress.
Funny note from the Economist article, some of the auto-enthusiasts present at the unveiling missed the throaty roar of an engine and found the completely silent motor disconcerting.
So, one of the Tesla engineers had a genius idea. “We'll program the software to have a variety of engine roars, just like ring tones on mobile phones.”
Unlike so many righteous greenies, these people know from marketing.
It probably happened when I had to think up a password for my 197th social vertical calendar search app private beta of the year.
Or maybe it was finishing that second mango mojito while someone was singing along off key to Hips Don't Lie.
Or too much Deadwood in my brain, comandeering every available neural pathway for some permutation of limberdicked canned peach cocksucker.
Last week, I forgot my bankcard PIN.
Four digits I've known for 10 years. Gone. Not only is this disconcerting, but also highly inconvenient, what with the local $40 leaving-your-house tax here in SF. I was sure it would come back to me eventually, like one of those words on the tip of your tongue.
But it didn't.
I thought I remembered the digits. There were 8s, and 4s, and maybe 2s. And I think one was repeated, or possibly two pairs. I tried as many different combinations as I felt like risking before the ATM sucked up my card for fraud. I charged as much as I could and borrowed cash here and there.
And finally, today, I gave up and biked as fast as I could uphill into a headwind to get to the credit union before it closed. I ran in at a minute before six and found the polite, tidy, now annoyed, bank manager with the power to run my card through the reassignment machine.
And now I'm all better with a fresh stack of Jacksons to get me through the week.
