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I haven't, because I fear they will tell me. IME, strangers who are eager to pray for you are also eager to tell you why, and it's hard to get the lid back on that box.
Yesterday I got the call from Windows. The background noise where "John Smith" (hah! right! Incredibly thick non-English accent) was calling from was loud. They must have had over a hundred people working at that phone center. So I spoke in a very soft voice. John was having trouble understanding me. He did get excited that when he told me there was a problem with my computer, I agreed. "My computer isn't working." Yes, ma'am. I need you to turn on your computer. "I can't. It's not working." We went around a few times, him urging me to log on, and me saying it wasn't working. "Are you sending a repairman to my house?" No, ma'am. He was going to fix it over the phone. So please log on. "That's what I have been telling you. I can't. I hit the button and nothing happens. So what do I do? Are you sending someone?" I could hear him deflate over the phone. Then click.
Now, since I am retired I sleep in until 8 am. This morning at 7:45 am, the phone rings, and I think it is a family member with an emergency, so I didn't even bother to look at the caller ID. Same bleeping call center, only this time it was a woman. Loud background noise again. "You woke me up!" Oh, she was so sorry, ma'am, but my computer -- "Where is my repairman? The man who called me yesterday from your place was supposed to send a repairman, and he never showed up." Okay, okay, okay, ma'am. But I need you to turn on your computer. "Look at what I told the man yesterday. It won't turn on! Are you sending someone today?" Okay, okay, okay, ma'am. We just -- okay, okay. Click.
So, how can you get onto a computer that won't turn on? I wonder if they will try again.
My in-laws have purchased a magazine subscription for my daughter for several years. Only, the subscription goes to them, not her. Sometimes this means they save up several issues to hand deliver when we get together (about 6-7 times a year), or they sometimes mail them to her. She just got a mailer from them with one issue enclosed, cover price $2.99, and the postage was $3.04. But they won't switch the subscription over to our address, because that seems less personal.
The more I read this, the more my brain hurts. How is it less personal to have the subscription go directly to her rather than them essentially paying double to send it themselves? My grandmother once got me subscribed to a magazine when I was a kid for several years. Magazines came to me, bill went to her, and as a little kid, I was tickled with pleasure over the fact that my Grandma had ordered the magazine for me (referenced in birthday cards, letters we exchanged, etc). Even though it didn't arrive directly from her address, I still knew who it was from and whom to send my thank you notes to....
Yes! Kids love getting things in the mail. Heck, I do to, so long as it's not bills My mother ordered two magazine subscriptions for DS (age 5), and my MIL ordered him one of those activity subscriptions. They tend to all arrive on different days, and it's the highlight of his day to get that mail. And he knows exactly who they are from.
Two names I found in my personal pedigree, both from the 18th century:
I've got a Scholastical in my family tree; the name sounds a bit fierce, but she was a bit of a wild thing according to court records!
Quotethe more a person tries to "blackmail" me into something the more resistant I am to that idea
Same here. I posted in another thread about how my MIL has had a "request" (read: demand) to have Christmas Day and Mother's Day with all of her children, their spouses, and her grandchildren. We're resisting tooth and nail, because her family gatherings are dry as dust, and we prefer our own traditions. She phoned the other day to reiterate her "request", and she actually used the "we won't be around forever" line. Feh. She's 75, true, but she's the type who'll live to see 90 at the very least.
I'm 99.99% sure that if you go along to her gatherings, next year will be 'lather, rinse, repeat', won't it? "We won't be around forever" is a line that can be recycled year-in, year-out in many of the cases I've read about.