This is more of a cautionary tale, I have been selling stuff on E Bay for the past five years. I think it is a great way to get rid of the stuff you no longer need or use and a good way to make a little money. I from time to time sell stuff for my friends, I take a small percentage, usually just enough to cover my costs. I was recently sent an offer to join the E Bay Seller's Lounge. Sounded pretty groovy, I envisioned a smoke filled bar with jazz in the back ground, hanging out with a bunch of cool cats talking about E Bay. Now I do not know how affiliated this entity is with E Bay, I e-mailed a complaint about this organization and it is the only time they have never responded to me. Anyway, the membership comes with a disc, I quickly realized that I did not need this "mess" and cancelled the membership. Problem solved, right?? WRONG!!
Somehow my information was passed along to the Product Resource Network, if you go to their web-site you will see E Bay logos all over the place. They send an e mail saying that you have to cancel your membership or your credit card will be charged. You have to call a number, which I did. One of the first things they ask for is account information, I thought it was a scam and hung up. A few weeks pass and I notice a charge, a little over thirty bucks on my account. I call my bank and got a number, which I called and cancelled the account. "Your refund will be posted in 5-10 days," I was told. WRONG!
Now I consider myself to be pretty on line savy, I do a lot of business on line and it is very safe but Product Resource Network is a scam and it looks like they have managed to drag E Bay into the mud with them, buyer beware.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Has it been that long??
I was recently reminded by a good friend that I do have a blog post, it has been well over a month since I have posted anything. The truth is I have been writing, just not here. Oh, before anyone gets distraught, I thought I heard a resounding gasp out there, I do not have any other blogs out there. So to the tens of people reading this around the world, calm down.
OK, funny and true story. I recently visited my grandparents the other day and it reminded me of a story about my grandfather. For three and a half years I worked in Raleigh, from '04-'07. I would frequently visit my grandparents and spend a lot of time on their farm. When the season was in I would hunt when the season was out I would work or just mess around. This day I was "messing" around with a .22 rifle and saw a carpenter bee hovering about 10 yards away. I raised my rifle and waited for the bee to hover into my cross-hairs and fired....spilt the bee in half. I half to admit I was feeling pretty good.
Thinking it may be a fluke I returned a few weeks later and missed every bee I shot at. While this was going on my grandfather was bush hogging around the farm. (that is cutting grass with a really big mower, for those of you north of the Granville Co. line)
He finished and slowly walked over with this "what the hell are you doing?" look on his face. I explained the earlier kill of the bee and my desire to prove that I could do it again. "Oh." was his reply. He then noticed a bee hovering beside his head. With the speed of a ninja, this 85 year old man jerked his hat from his head, slapped the bee to the ground, and stepped on it. He then placed the hat back on his head and said, "And my way is quieter."
I put the gun in its case and never fired another shot. We then sat under the old stick barn and talked for the better part of the afternoon. A good day.
That one is for you Barb.
OK, funny and true story. I recently visited my grandparents the other day and it reminded me of a story about my grandfather. For three and a half years I worked in Raleigh, from '04-'07. I would frequently visit my grandparents and spend a lot of time on their farm. When the season was in I would hunt when the season was out I would work or just mess around. This day I was "messing" around with a .22 rifle and saw a carpenter bee hovering about 10 yards away. I raised my rifle and waited for the bee to hover into my cross-hairs and fired....spilt the bee in half. I half to admit I was feeling pretty good.
Thinking it may be a fluke I returned a few weeks later and missed every bee I shot at. While this was going on my grandfather was bush hogging around the farm. (that is cutting grass with a really big mower, for those of you north of the Granville Co. line)
He finished and slowly walked over with this "what the hell are you doing?" look on his face. I explained the earlier kill of the bee and my desire to prove that I could do it again. "Oh." was his reply. He then noticed a bee hovering beside his head. With the speed of a ninja, this 85 year old man jerked his hat from his head, slapped the bee to the ground, and stepped on it. He then placed the hat back on his head and said, "And my way is quieter."
I put the gun in its case and never fired another shot. We then sat under the old stick barn and talked for the better part of the afternoon. A good day.
That one is for you Barb.
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