I feel a leetle peeculeearr. But I'm mostly happy, though working up to a difficult phonecall that I have to make. Register.com have screwed up on me somewhat royally.
I finally started to listen to the audio cassette my sister gave me; copies of stuff form her private collection. I added a bunch of stuff to my Amazon Wishlist.
I have made my phonecall, and received an email telling me to send a fax, and sent a fax, and made a phonecall to confirm the fax arrived, and was told that maybe in a coupl eo fhours I'll hear back.
"Is this satisfactory?"
"For the moment, yes."
I'm waiting for them to resolve the issue before I mention compensation. I'm angry.
680x460.
No, I mean that my horrible pissing about evil customer service incompetent organization problems have been resolved by a lovely Canadian man called Bruce who sent me a lovely email and apologised profusely for his and his company's momentary incompetence and gave me my service at a significantly reduced rate for two years and got almost everything fixed in good time and was consistently polite and helpful and lovely.
I sent him an email for him to send to his supervisor telling him how wonderful he was and how he stopped me suing his company for compensation. People should be praised more.
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