I rarely take advantage of the various Black Friday Weekend sales, but I decided to make an exception this year. By accident, I discovered that a company whose products I’d been a fan of for a while, was offering some amazing one-time-only deals. I mean products that normally go for $30 and $50 each being offered for as low as $4. I was surprised, shocked, and intrigued; I wanted to get in on the deals, but I know myself too well: I’d spend $300 at the drop of a hat, and then spend the next six months crying about it.
After two days of mulling over my decision, I finally made a move. This did not come easy for me: I checked Amazon and Ebay, mainly to see if the prices were truly outstanding (they were), and I made lists of what I wanted. This is something I do quite often. I make lists of what I’d get if money was no object. Then, I whittle the list down, removing those things with which I could live without, or those that are just pointless. I weigh them against each other – those that are essential versus those that aren’t. I’ve gotten good at it, too: A list of 100 potential purchases will get shaved down to just 15 in a matter of minutes.
Well, I knocked my list down to just five items – total purchase price was about $35. Shipping was another $12, so when all was said and done, I was out of less than $50. In comparison, the merchandise I purchased was listed at $150, so I patted myself on the back and celebrated. I’d done well, thank you very much, and I couldn’t wait for the Postal Service to drop off that box with all my nice, new goodies.
But . . . and there’s always a ‘but’ in these tales, after nearly ten days, I’d not heard from the company. No tracking number, no update; just a ‘Thank you for your purchase,’ form e-mail that I’d received the day I’d place the order. At first, I reasoned that with a sale of that magnitude, they had to have been swamped with orders; their shipping department must be in chaos at this point. But it started to gnaw at me, and after a while, I broke down. A quick e-mail was sent, and the only answer: ‘Thank you for your concern.’
I’m still clinging to the ‘madhouse’ theory. My only concern is whether I’ll receive my merchandise before Christmas. Still a possibility, but I’m trying to be realistic here. I remember what happened last year when Christmas deliveries rolled around. In the end, it is only fifty bucks, so . . . oh, well.
Tonight, I received another e-mail from the company. I won’t paste it here, but in summary, it would seem that the ‘madhouse’ theory is now a proven fact. They did apologize for the lack of communications, though. As for an update, I was only told that it’s “pending.” Their word, not mine.