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Got my first negative feedback on eBay today. Here's the story: I bid on several lot of banknotes from a certain seller. I noticed the shipping was 4.95 per lot and there was no combined shipping, but the notes looked pretty cool (although not "rare" like he claimed"), so I bid anyways. When I paid via PayPal, I left a note instructing the seller to please ship the stuff very carefully, as I was more than paying for it. I suggested lining the envelope with cardbord or something. A week later, a few envelopes with 39 cent stamps on them show up in my mailbox. Letter envelopes, with no padding or anything, not even a "do not bend" message on the front. So yeah, I'm pissed, especially considering I paid over $24 for shipping and the actually shipping total for him, envelopes included, is $2. Even with PayPal and eBay fees the total should have been less than $7. I sense obvious price gouging, without even the sense to soften it a bit with some special packaging efforts. So, being the generally reasonable person I am, I left nuetral feedback. Between the five lots, I wrote: not a "rare" note as claimed. shipping did not meet expectations for price. okay service and product, but shipping not careful enough for price paid banknotes: good --- shipping: servicable 4.75 shipping-I expect a bit more than an unpadded envevlope w/ a 39 cent-stamp shipping was pretty steep and not well protected, but item came pretty quickly All things considered, I thought my this was pretty honest, non-inflamatory, and definately warranted, esp. since I ask the seller to pack it well in ways that other banknote dealers do. So today, I checked my feedback, as I often do to boost my spirits on a bad day. And I read, at the top of my otherwise perfect list, "bad ebayer." Yeah, sure. I think the only thing bad about my eBaying is that I fell for your dumb ploy. It's been a relatively pissy week, though. Jason the cat died on Monday, after a struggle with arthritis, severe constipation, and liver issues. Mom, Dad, and Annette decided it was time; I probably agree. On the bright side, he had eighteen happy, spoiled years that wouldn't have been had we not rescued him. He also had the luxury of going in Mom's arms, pretty painlessly, instead of suffering and suffering and being found dead somewhere in the house. Everybody made the right decisions, I think, but I still find it hard to believe he's gone. And to top it off, I had a rather sucky interview experience yesterday. I posted my resume on Career Builder, to get some leads, and perhaps maybe a job. Within a few days, a representative from Combined Insurance calls, says they've read my interveiw, they like what they see, and would love to interveiw me. After a bit of phone tag, she gives me an address and a time to be there. I spend the week prepping: dry-cleaning my best business attire, reading extensive online sources for information on the company, formulating great questions to ask them, getting tips on nailing a job interview, buying pantyhose, etc. So, Tuesday comes, and it's inteview time. I drive to the street the interview is held, and am looking for someplace that looks like office-y that might be the spot. No luck. Luckiliy, I spotted a postal worker, so I asked her wher 3600 Cork Street was. She points to the Best Western. The representative said nothing about it being held at a Best Western, but just to investigate, I go in. Sure enough, that's the place. I find the interviewer, introduce myself with a nice handshake, and am led to a room. I enter the room and notice there are 10 other people in it. Turns out, this wasn't an interview (like they said) by any means, but rather an informational meeting about opportunities selling Medicare supplements to seniors. Other than a questionaire, no questions were asked to us, and the bulk of the time was spent looking at a handout and hearing the fellow ramble on about his experiences at the company. There wasn't even a Q&A session afterwards. The situation was dealt with in a manner about as personal as lining cattle up to be slaughtered. I guess the moral of the story is to avoid estatedave and Combined Insurance, and instead spend time with my ephemeral cat. I'm not sure. Post a comment in response: |
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