|I feel pretty...
||[Oct. 12th, 2003|10:49 pm]
Today was Winter Wardrobe Day, a shopping fiesta for my and three friends to hit the mall with the objective of finding Kat a suit, Marla a trenchcoat, and me a few new items to spiff up my dressing for the downtown office. I was phenomenally successful, I can report, and will hold my own in the new office environment.
And may I just say on that note, screw you, Jessica London®.
I placed an internet order with that particular company because they have lots of suits in women’s sizes for reasonable cost. And then I waited for my order to arrive. Which it did not. Checked the website, the order had been cancelled. Sent an email. Heard nothing. Finally called. The Lane Bryant card I had used had too low a credit limit for the order. So why wasn’t I contacted? “Well, you’ll have to call customer service tomorrow to find out; they’re closed for now.”
Called this morning. They don’t bother sending a notice to anyone who doesn’t pay with one of their own credit cards. But they will be glad to process my order now. By this point I was less than pleased, but decided to go ahead. But, oh gosh, their sister company won’t release the order, so I have to call another number to straighten it out.
Out of morbid curiosity, called the number. Closed on weekends.
Well, guess what kiddos: I went to the mall and spent all that lovely money I’d slated for your order. So you can keep your clothes now, and don’t bother sending me anymore catalogs.
Just because we’re plus-sized doesn’t mean we don’t have options.