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Jan. 17th, 2013 12:37 pm
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Thank you, my dear ones, for your reassurances. I have an appointment tomorrow with a chiropractor who came recommended by a friend and who managed not to have a complaint against them through the BBB or, as far as I could tell, the internet at large. Fingers crossed!
In the meantime, I have become locked into a mortal battle with William (or possibly AJ) from Nike+. Someone who has a penchant for signing up for everything in the world has an email address that is very close to mine so I constantly get her emails. Most I can just unsubscribe, as you do. Some, I've had to contact the company because holy crap Jet Blue just sends all sorts of information that I would not want a stranger to have. In order to unsubscribe from Nike+, you have to have an account, which I don't have. So I emailed, and they emailed back, "hey hey! someone with your name does have an account liar liar pants on fire. Give me your zip code from 2007 so I can prove it to you." Yeah. no dice. Not me, because as I've said, I don't have an account with Nike+ because it's apparently a place were you go to cheer each other on for things, I'm assuming, involving Nike shoes. I exercise barefoot, yo'.
So, anyway: Mortal Combat. I explain the whole "idiot person can't remember their own email, which is not mine!" and the advice I get back is to set up identity protection, which...what? *Sidebar: I actually have it because my state basically gathered up all the tax records for the last ten years and waved them around on the internet, so while I know I'm ripe for a pimply faced teenage in Idaho masterbating with one hand and stealing my shit with the other? This isn't that. William and/or AJ seems to think this is the end. They've had the last word: Tooo bad for you lady. You don't have an account? You are doomed to receive friends' requests for the rest of your natural life and there's nothing you or I can do about it.
( Oh it is on )
I'm well aware that with the time I've spent arguing with Nike rather than simply sending them to spam I could have, I don't know, cured cancer or solved world hunger but the whole not being able to unsubscribe is really ticking me off. Also, my back hurts and I can't yell at it. Or rather, I can but not without looking like a crazy person. This way it's just between you and me. And William/AJ.
ETA: ( VICTORY IS MINE! )
In the meantime, I have become locked into a mortal battle with William (or possibly AJ) from Nike+. Someone who has a penchant for signing up for everything in the world has an email address that is very close to mine so I constantly get her emails. Most I can just unsubscribe, as you do. Some, I've had to contact the company because holy crap Jet Blue just sends all sorts of information that I would not want a stranger to have. In order to unsubscribe from Nike+, you have to have an account, which I don't have. So I emailed, and they emailed back, "hey hey! someone with your name does have an account liar liar pants on fire. Give me your zip code from 2007 so I can prove it to you." Yeah. no dice. Not me, because as I've said, I don't have an account with Nike+ because it's apparently a place were you go to cheer each other on for things, I'm assuming, involving Nike shoes. I exercise barefoot, yo'.
So, anyway: Mortal Combat. I explain the whole "idiot person can't remember their own email, which is not mine!" and the advice I get back is to set up identity protection, which...what? *Sidebar: I actually have it because my state basically gathered up all the tax records for the last ten years and waved them around on the internet, so while I know I'm ripe for a pimply faced teenage in Idaho masterbating with one hand and stealing my shit with the other? This isn't that. William and/or AJ seems to think this is the end. They've had the last word: Tooo bad for you lady. You don't have an account? You are doomed to receive friends' requests for the rest of your natural life and there's nothing you or I can do about it.
( Oh it is on )
I'm well aware that with the time I've spent arguing with Nike rather than simply sending them to spam I could have, I don't know, cured cancer or solved world hunger but the whole not being able to unsubscribe is really ticking me off. Also, my back hurts and I can't yell at it. Or rather, I can but not without looking like a crazy person. This way it's just between you and me. And William/AJ.
ETA: ( VICTORY IS MINE! )
