Meg K.

I took one of their quizzes and spiraled into self-hatred! It was horrible! What sort of misanthropic people are running this site and creating its content?! I've lost all my self-worth! I feel like a worthless piece of [bleep] and a horrible person! Avoid this site like the plague!

I went there for a fish fry, and my elderly father and I were literally chased and accosted by a man who screamed at us for being inside, even though there were no signs telling us where to go, and we had masks on. He then proceeded to misdirect us to a tent for ordering, even though we'd already preordered online (he didn't care enough to talk to us after yelling, so we were unable to explain this to him--huge ego). Things went downhill from there. I'm sorry I ever crossed paths with this church, and I have no faith in their community involvement or other virtuous acts.

My first order with Chewy was a month or so ago, and I bought pet food. The order showed up immediately--like, the very next day! I was impressed! So when I ordered more dog food yesterday, I expected it to show up today, like magic! Or tomorrow! That would've also been fine. The tracking says it's coming on Wednesday! (Today's Saturday.) I can't help but wonder if they send people out to the pet store (and then to your front porch) for customers' first orders in order to make it seem like they're really fast shippers. Ugh! It's very shady. Their web site says "Free 1-3 day shipping on this item." And based on past experience, I expected that to mean that the dog food would show up in 1-3 days. But they probably meant (very sneakily) "Free 1-3 BUSINESS day shipping on this item." And if I ordered it on Friday, and then Saturday's considered a weekend, and it shows up on Wednesday, they're in the clear... in a strict legal sense, if not an ethical one.

I love the gym! But today I went there and tried to sign in with their touchless sign-in scanners. I apparently scanned my card on the wrong sort of scanner, even though it was right there, facing me on the counter. The lady who worked there was like, "Excuse me, ma'am? MA'AM? It's this one!" And I felt like an idiot. Epic fail.

DirecTV was a good service until they merged with the AT&T company. Ugh. Now DirecTV has gone downhill, as you'd imagine. They sold out, basically, to the corporate greed of AT&T.

I called them today to fix my DirecTV account, which they'd shut down due to no payment. One check my dad sent them a few months ago never arrived, and he wrote another check and mailed it five days ago. The customer service was terrible. They said it can take TWO WEEKS from date of mailing a check for it to post as a credit to your account. TWO WEEKS. They said they wait for the check to clear. I wound up frustrated, and I canceled our service. Now, as I type this, my dad's up here in my room watching the presidential debate on my TV, which gets antennae service. Tomorrow, we're getting a setup delivery from the cable company. AT&T is a truly evil company. Today's incident wasn't isolated. Their customer service is a joke. For one thing, they kept transferring my call to a different department. For another thing, they NEVER offered to get a credit card payment from me of the minimum needed to restore service. They never suggested it. They were too focused on telling me that I have to suffer because they haven't received my dad's check yet. Fortunately, cancelling was easy. Hopefully my dad will stop payment on what he owes this awful company. He's 75 freakin' years old. He shouldn't have to deal with this sort of garbage, and quite frankly, neither should I. Old people like to pay by check--geez, AT&T, sue us. Notice in the screenshot where the first person I interacted with said, "Thank you for your understanding and I hope you will not take it against me." I knew that was the beginning of the end.

Every time I go to this site to read Ask Amy, my computer loses its internet connection! I'm not making this up. Every single time. I can no longer follow Ask Amy. If that weren't bad enough (which it is), the pop-up ads are atrocious. I don't know which one is crashing my internet connection, and I don't care. Lame.

Well, I just spent over forty-five minutes in my car going nowhere, because when I arrived, there was a sign out front saying that I had to have a mask on. Huh. I'd checked their website before going, and their website didn't mention wearing a mask. I don't mind wearing one for people who are mindlessly afraid of the coronavirus, but I CAN'T EXERCISE WITH ONE! YOU'D HAVE TO DRIVE ME AWAY IN AN AMBULANCE! Further, several weeks ago, their website said they were open and listed daily hours (with the current date as well), but were they open? NO! In this day and age of internet accessibility, this complete lack of communication is unconscionable and indicative of a lack of intelligence or respect for customers.

I went to the local UPS store today to drop off an Amazon return. While I was in line, a woman who worked there yelled at me from the register (which was quite a ways away, due to social distancing) and asked, "DO YOU NEED A RECEIPT?" which made everyone turn and stare at me. I honestly didn't know what she meant. I figured it's her job to know whether I need a receipt, right? My mind tends to work slowly and stop altogether in overwhelming social situations. So she repeated her question twice, still yelling all the way from the register. I finally managed to say, "Amazon return."

She came up to me and explained that she wanted to get me through the line faster by simply taking my package, so I gave it to her, rolled my eyes, and got the freak out of there, humiliated.

Well, now, Amazon has no record of my return, and the merchandise was worth roughly $100. Did I tape the label on the wrong way? I don't know, because I never went through the line properly. I just essentially handed over my package and left without any proof that I'd delivered it. Nice.

I read an article on their site about how mental illness is due to chronic self-absorption. The same writer, Leon F Seltzer, wrote that trauma victims should get over it and quit making things all about themselves. It's a big talk from a little boy who's never been traumatized or mentally ill.

I contacted them on FB and asked them to tell me what they charge per copy for using their copiers, i. E., to photocopy a few sheets of paper in standard 8.5" x 11" black-and-white format. This was their response:

Hi Meg, the FedEx Office team hours are Monday-Friday, 7:00 AM-8:00 PM CT, and Saturday, 7:00 AM-6:00 PM CT. The team will respond upon its return. ~~Rebecca
8:24 AM

HI, Because this is a custom print job, we ask that you contact your local store for more information.

To find the closest FedEx Office location to you, please visit our website at http://www.fedex.com/us/office/ to access our homepage. You can then hover over "Location" on the top-right of the page and enter your zip code.

You can also find your nearest location by calling our 24-hour Hotline at 1.800. GoFedEX *******339 press 64 or say FedEx Office Services.

Sincerely,

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After I scrolled down for a full minute, I wrote back and said, "So you can't give a simple answer to how much a copy costs?
Rather than writing a book, a proper response might be I don't know twelve cents." And then several hours later, after they saw my response but didn't reply, I wrote, "I'm still waiting for an answer," because at this point, why not have fun with these imbeciles?

So, I entered my book and it didn't win, nor was it a finalist. However, the insulting thing is that in one of my two categories, there were less finalists than in the other categories. This means that they could've celebrated my book but chose not to.

In fact, in some categories, there were no winners at all, much less finalists. In this day and age, people aren't writing and submitting unedited crap. I feel sincerely sorry for everyone who entered into a category that received no winners. You'd think an award contest would want to laud as many entrants as possible, so their deliberate exclusion is hurtful and inexplicable.

Somewhere on their site, they admit that they don't read all the books (which would be impossible, since they judge them all within two months of the entering deadline). My theory is that they research each book to see how much other praise each book has already garnered. This way, they don't have to do the actual work of judging. Because I'd wager you 10 to 1 that if I were to ask them now to discuss my book, they'd draw a blank. Or, more likely, they'd look it up and say, "Oh, right, we didn't like its cover." Or some similar drivel.

I will not be giving money to this contest in the future.

I left a rather angry 1-star review for a family member because I hate said family member. So then her business suffered, and she asked me to take the review down. I contacted the web site repeatedly because my log-in info kept not working; and even after I contacted them, they played clueless and dropped their efforts at removing the review I left. So now my sister's mad at me and asking me to make the review go away. What can I tell her? I've been trying to take it down for over a week. The site sent her an email saying they'd have to hear from me directly. Um, THEY HAVE HEARD FROM ME DIRECTLY. AGAIN AND AGAIN. I wouldn't bother using this site or trusting their reviews.

I went to see them today to discuss euthanizing my violent dog. It's a sad fact of life. The vet blamed me for not having tried hard enough. The vet asked if I know how to use internet, as if I'm a troglodyte, and I said yes; and she then slowly explained how to access a web site at www.all-one-word.com, and then click "contact" and fill out the form. Like I'm a big, fat, stupid idiot because I don't keep a cellphone with me. Call the Beverly Hillbillies! The vet had a bad, condescending and patronizing attitude that that was quite repugnant and disgusting. She must've eaten a bad clam. All the other vets I've ever seen at this place have been great, so I'm not sure what this alleged vet was doing there. Weekend vet? Perhaps. Not someone worth seeing. She shot down every suggestion I made as if I was offending her. (I suggested sedationary pills for the dog, taking the dog to the pound, and a few other things; and I swear, this so-called vet wanted to strangle me. Because I'm the bad guy, and it's all my fault. Too much hubris and ego. She kept telling me I'm a horrible person to want to do those things.) Yeah, I'd take my pets elsewhere. Vets who can't deal with real-life issues should stay home.

My doctor has been faxing and phoning my medicare part-D drug plan through united healthcare all week in an effort to get my drug's "prior authorization." (Prior authorization is a way the drug company can stall when it comes to paying for expensive drugs.) My doctor has been given the run-around and has gotten nowhere, so I called them, and they lied to me, saying they haven't heard from my doctor AT ALL, and that he must not be trying hard enough. I asked if the woman would testify to that in a court of law, and she laughed at me. This company has no morality, just a strong desire to save money at their clients' expense.

I love the concept of writing a novel in a month (and I'm well on my way), but the NaNoWriMo community is comprised of people with low morals and a vague sense of right and wrong. They produced a pep talk by an author who used the word "suck" ten times, and when a few of us complained, we were lynched by people who thought we were prudes. Even the moderators defended the trashy, no-class pep talk. Considering the work they do with kids, it was surprising they'd even think such a pep talk had merit. (It was all about how writing sucks--and that's not my word choice. I never use that word.)

This web site promises a group of people will read your book, discuss it, and write independent reviews. But it's actually one person with multiple Goodreads accounts leaving different reviews. I figured this out because no reviews were left for me on Amazon (a web site that cracks down on this sort of thing), and all the Goodreads reviewers had private accounts where I couldn't get in to read their other reviews or see their profiles. I hired this web site several months ago and it was like pulling teeth to get them (I thought they were more than one person) to read and review my book already. When I threatened them with PayPal buyer protection, they (she) delivered. That was last May when my reviews showed up on Goodreads only. Yesterday, Goodreads presumably figured it out, because all the reviews from those allegedly different people disappeared at once. Hmm.

A week or so ago, I gave them a refill bottle for 10 mg of Ambien. A few days later, they gave me a prescription bottle with 5 mg of Ambien. They said, "You'd been taking 5 mg. Have you discussed this dosage change with your doctor?"

It's like, "Yeah, but I'm travelling internationally in a week, and I suspect I might have jet lag. Not that that should matter, because my refill bottle isn't outdated and should be valid."

"Well, we have to check it out. Ambien is a controlled substance and we need to make sure your doctor approves."

"Um, all you should need is my valid, unexpired refill bottle."

"Yes, we agree you gave us such a bottle. But we just need to do our due diligence."

"So you're going to harass my doctor, who doesn't deserve to be bothered over this, because you don't want to admit you screwed up my prescription?" I asked.

"We didn't make a mistake. We just need to do our due diligence and make sure your doctor approves this."

"Then why didn't you let me know instead of filling this 5 mg refill on file?"

"It was on file, because it's the dosage you've been taking for the past two months."

"Yes, but I didn't request a refill of 5 mg," I insisted.

This left off with them promising to call and badger my poor doctor the next morning, after which they'd call my dad's landline (I don't use a cell phone) first thing and let him know what my doctor said.

Two days passed, and I finally sent my dad down to the pharmacy to see what was going on. (There had been no promised phone call.) When my dad was there, they finally picked up the phone and called my doctor. I guess prior to that, they were hoping the problem would magically disappear. Then my dad brought home the original prescription I'd requested of 10 mg.

And now, my dad wants to know why I'm still mad. "They filled the prescription!"

"Yeah, after you went down there two days later and made them do what they promised to do!" I swore.

So, being about as angry as possible, I'm giving them a 1-star review.

This company doesn't know what they're doing or how they are (aren't) doing it. My mother had a stroke earlier this year and needed easy cell service. (Things went south with her other provider. A different story for a different day.) She asked me to register her phone and get it up and running. I had the SIM card number. I had the device number. I had a $25 refill card for funding. Their web site drove me bat-[bleep] crazy. I tried entering those first two numbers and the site insisted I buy a monthly plan. Why would I want a plan when Mother gave me a $25 refill card to get her started? Then the site froze. Then both customer service people (via online chat) said they couldn't help me if I was unable to give them an order number. (I doubt they'd have been able to help me anyway. They were completely clueless.) It was pure [bleep] to go through, and I've never experienced such ineptitude with a phone service. No, no, no.

Here's what sitejabber does:

1) Wait for a regular citizen (such as myself) to leave a poor review for a web site
2) Send an email to said web site saying, "You got a poor review. You'd better check it out! If you pay us $400, we'll start the process of ideally getting the poor review(s) removed.
3) My poor review disappears, except for when I'm logged in, thus giving me the illusion that people can see my review.
4) I complain to sitejabber, who acts all innocent and claims a glitch, and they put my review back up.
5) A day or so later, lo and behold, my review is gone again.

This man is not psychic. He's more of a human magic-8 ball, only less accurate. Here's how you can tell--give him nothing to go on, and see what he comes up with. I suspect he's stealing lines from the "How to Pretend to be Psychic" handbook.

UPDATED TO ADD: Sitejabber contacted me and asked to see confirmation that I had, indeed, done business with Gifted George. I immediately sent them a screenshot of my eBay transaction. I am not a troll, meaning I wouldn't give Gifted George (or anyone) a poor review for no good reason.