optus. 'NO!'
as many of you know, my wonderful mother died last year.
i have no desire to wax emotional about that today, though.
instead i want to share with you a disturbing piece of mail i opened yesterday.
it was a promotional letter from optus, addressed to my mum, expressing the company's "regret" that she had "chosen to cancel her optus account" and hoping that she would "consider using their services once again in future".
HUH?!?
the woman died for fuck's sake! she did not "choose" to cancel anything!
and they have her death certificate and a letter from me on file to prove it.
but wait, it gets worse.
this was on the front page of the letter:

and this was on the back:

tasteless much?
and what's more, accompanying the above were pictures of talking birds with speech bubbles that read "are we there yet?" and "i think we should go back where we came from".
TALKING FUCKING BIRDS!
*inhales*
*exhales*
now, i'm sad to see my mother go too, and i'd REALLY FUCKING LOVE to have her back more than ANYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED EVER!
but this is the most insensitive administrative fuck-up since roy morgan research called THREE TIMES and asked if my DEAD father would like to do a survey on LIFESTYLE choices.
*inhales*
*exhales*
so i called optus customer service this morning and very calmly told them about how monumentally they'd fucked up and that if they don't take my mother's name off ALL their mailing lists RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, they would have my sister to deal with. and she's one scary bitch when she's angry.
so now i'll just wait patiently for my fruit basket to arrive.
hey, roy morgan sent me chocolates. surely optus owes me a mango or two.

19 Comments:
i feel for you. they are stupid cunts. no really, they are. trouble is nadine, i fear you will get no fruit basket. nor chocolate. what you might get is exactly the same card or another equally tasteless missive in a month or so...
cause they are stupid as well as cunts.
oh, i already said that.
but i hope you get the fruit.
x
Oooh that's pretty fucking cruddy. Big corps are sometimes like big dinosaurs - they need an extra helper brain in their ass because they're too big to keep all the parts coordinated from the one tiny nerve centre at the top.
Who doesn't need a helper brain in their ass though.
Enjoy the fruit. I'm hoping they incude a small selection of conserves too.
Dear La
You should get like 450 New Phones delivered by Courier for this bullshit.
Kind Regards,
IOYC This Reminds Me Of Something
girl, youse gots ta roll with it.
I had a girl from Myer Card call to ask why my late father had cancelled his card....:
"Me" Well, he's dead actually"
her: "Oh.... would you like to sign on?"
Me "Would you care to think about what you've just said"
Her "ummm huh?"
Me *CLICK*
Countless others. Everyone feels entitled to to the death certificate
"I'm sorry we can't cancel the paper delivery unless there's a death certificate"
Get fucked all'a youse!
I just learnt to roll with it. I think you should enjoy it- make them squirm. I did. Time and time again.
Feel free to ask me for any pithy, worthy repostes. I wrote heaps...
thomasr
oh and today is my Dad's birthday. He'd be... 70... something- ish.
Right
As you were.
thomasr.
On plane now to kick some twats in Australia.
That is fucked.
But as MG said, don't expect them to be understanding or anything.
When my dad died (a mere five weeks after being diagnosed with lung cancer), American Express demanded we send them a copy of his death certificate because they didn't believe my mum telling them he'd died.
No sympathetic "oh, that's terrible, so sorry for your loss" even.
Then they refused to transfer the gazillion frequent flyer points he'd accumulated into my mum's name even though their accounts were linked.
Apparently the points "died with him".
Nice turn of phrase there Amex.
Cunts.
Naturally, I choose Visa.
Stay strong.
xo
Fuckers.
What the boud said.
Arsewipes.
Hey I haven't used that insult since school......
So ouch I don't even know where to start.
*googles Optus headquarters*
*fashions a molotov cocktail from metho, chinese crackers and... molotov*
sounds terrible. i suggest you visit my blog for some laughs to take your mind off it all.
PS
Are you a hot chick?
shameless self promotion rarely cheers me up, violentshoulders.
especially shameless self promotion from a bigotted little misogynist. doubt that would cheer you up, nads
Oooooh nothing quite gets to me like this kind of corporate stupidity.
If it were me, I'd be writing a letter to Pat O'Sullivan. No matter how much of a cunt he is in business, I'm sure he'd be thoroughly embarassed by this kind of fuck up. And while I was at it, I would request compensation as well as an apology.
Failing that, you could always take it to ACA or TT
"Failing that, you could always take it to ACA or TT."
OR, you could even take it to someone you know who is searching dismally for stories at the moment.
Airs nationally.
National embarrassment.
Issue close to my heart and all that.
Deadline for pre-recorded interview - Thurs 2.30pm SA-time.
Sensitivity seems to be flaking away like so much coconut from the lamington of life. My dad died when I was fifteen (I'm 22 now) and we're still getting mail like that. The defence force is the worst. They now put 'To The Estate Of Rach's dad' in the address.
And I couldn't agree more about the death certificate nonsense. Seems a mite ghoulish to me.
You'd hope that someone might take a second to think about what they're saying/doing, but, not. Capitalist automatons the lot of us.
La Nadine, did you receive anything from them in the mail after all that?
Desperate minds want to know!
(It's an utter disgrace, this whole notion of having to 'prove' a loved one has passed on before they'll remove them from their lists.)
When it comes to mail, I just mark the unopened envelopes "Return to sender - DEAD", and drop them back in a post box next time I'm passing one (or, more often than not, I just send them back from work).
Then just keep on doing it. It doesn't even cost you the price of a phone call, and they remove you eventually when their mail's not getting through. It's costing THEM money and they're getting nowhere.
Trust me, it's worth a shot. I've used this idea before and it's worked - even to stop companies sending unwanted crap to me. (And I'm not dead.)
I hope they ended up sending you something.
so far, bevis, i have received nothing. nada. zilch.
what a surprise that is.
if i was a bigotted little misogynist id call you an anglo skip whore.
but im too nice for that.
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