One of those days...
It it so very sad that the highlight of my evening was catching the new Two and a Half Men episode with Ashton Kutcher stripping off?! LMAO *sigh*
It had been one of those days...
I spent another hour yesterday trying to send promo stuff to New Orleans in advance of GayRomLit, repackaging, re-ordering, speaking through gritted teeth to Fedex, grasping with joy the helpful lady at the local Post Office when I finally got it sorted. This exercise has been going on all week. Remind me never to do this again, it's bad for both my stress levels and my bank balance :).
Then another half hour with two highstreet banks, neither of which will open me up a USD bank account on any reasonable terms for my putative business, self-publishing some shorts at Amazon.
Selected soundbites:
"We don't offer personal currency accounts any more, only to businesses." And from the look in his eye, I didn't come under that category.
"Of course we'll be able to open whatever account you like, it'll be subject to the usual fee of £100, and no, I doubt you'll be able to raise cheques on it...do you want to take my contact card as you leave?"
Then a snappy email into the pit that is called Amazon "are you sure you can't find a relevant FAQ?" Customer Service, about why won't Amazon.com deal with a GBP bank account, when there must be many UK authors whose market is largely in the US, who want to use Kindle publishing, but who only have GBP bank facilities (see previous rant).
Then a purchase arrived from the US of DVD storage folders which I ordered on behalf of a friend - who couldn't find what she wanted anywhere in the UK - and Customs had slapped a further £60 charge on it. And that's after 2 loads of US-->UK shipping. *sheesh*
Oh, and someone dropped the small teapot on the kitchen floor last night, there's a spatter of broewn liquid and tea leaves all over the lino and up the side of the cupboards, and may I ask who's accepting responsibility? The Invisible Man????
*rolls eyes*
It had been one of those days...
I spent another hour yesterday trying to send promo stuff to New Orleans in advance of GayRomLit, repackaging, re-ordering, speaking through gritted teeth to Fedex, grasping with joy the helpful lady at the local Post Office when I finally got it sorted. This exercise has been going on all week. Remind me never to do this again, it's bad for both my stress levels and my bank balance :).
Then another half hour with two highstreet banks, neither of which will open me up a USD bank account on any reasonable terms for my putative business, self-publishing some shorts at Amazon.
Selected soundbites:
"We don't offer personal currency accounts any more, only to businesses." And from the look in his eye, I didn't come under that category.
"Of course we'll be able to open whatever account you like, it'll be subject to the usual fee of £100, and no, I doubt you'll be able to raise cheques on it...do you want to take my contact card as you leave?"
Then a snappy email into the pit that is called Amazon "are you sure you can't find a relevant FAQ?" Customer Service, about why won't Amazon.com deal with a GBP bank account, when there must be many UK authors whose market is largely in the US, who want to use Kindle publishing, but who only have GBP bank facilities (see previous rant).
Then a purchase arrived from the US of DVD storage folders which I ordered on behalf of a friend - who couldn't find what she wanted anywhere in the UK - and Customs had slapped a further £60 charge on it. And that's after 2 loads of US-->UK shipping. *sheesh*
Oh, and someone dropped the small teapot on the kitchen floor last night, there's a spatter of broewn liquid and tea leaves all over the lino and up the side of the cupboards, and may I ask who's accepting responsibility? The Invisible Man????
*rolls eyes*
