I need some shorts. Shopping, here, is out of the question. I just can't do it. You won't find a pair of shorts here; you can't try clothes on - there are no dressing rooms - it's not an option; going to the mall is a nightmare because it's THE only thing there is to do and entire families go there just to socialize and there are hordes of unruly, unsupervised brats running around creating havoc; and because everything closes you have only a limited time to try to find whatever it is you're looking for. Nope. Won't do it. Can't do it. Victoria's Secret ships internationally - thank goodness. So I click on to Victoria's Secret - which you can do - most of the time. And this screen comes up for me:
Great. All set. Got it up on my screen. Now to shop... I find a couple of pairs of shorts that I want - three - and I add them to my "shopping bag." And, of course, as an avid shoe collector, I need to see what's available and I click through the shoes - nothing jumps out at me that I have to have. I take a look at a couple of summery dresses and decide that I want this one:
And, I want it in two colors. I add it to my "shopping bag." May as well order a few tee-shirts. You can never have to many tee shirts. I find the shirts I want - just your basic crew-neck and v-neck tee-shirts - five of them - different colors - and I add those to my "shopping bag."
All done. Sweet and simple. Now, to go to my shopping bag and place my order. What the heck?!? You gotta be fuckin' kidding me!!! This is what comes up:
I can't get to my "shopping bag?" What the heck is going on here??? I'm blocked now. Oh thank you, thank you, thank you Websense - the program that makes the least fucking sense of any in the entire world - I can still get to this:
and view every single bikini on this site - and I can get to the underwear sites - but you won't let me get to my "shopping bag." Fine. Just fine. It's NOT enough that TPTB [The Powers That Be] here have taken the catalogs from every single shipment but one that I've ever received from Victoria's Secret but now I can't place an order on-line, either? Not a problem. Because I can still get to all the pages - just can't get to my "shopping bag" - I can go back, figure out everything it is I wanted and then call and place my order - except that I can't get to the Customer Service page, because that's BLOCKED TOO!!! Oh for goodness sake, do you have to make my life any more miserable than it already is?!? You block the websites you don't think I should see - and trust me - I'm not surfing for porn - and NOW you're not going to let me shop at Victoria's Secret... Fine. I'll just go to Bahrain this week and go shopping there. At least you can shop in Bahrain in a civilized atmosphere - and at least I can try on clothes, there - AND Seef Mall has a Gap and a Banana Republic, now, so I bet I can find some shorts...
Besides food, and the barest basic essentials, I am boycotting shopping here in The Sandbox from this day forward! I'm even going to buy the paint I need for our study in Bahrain - just so that I'm not spending my money, here!
I was delighted to see a post from you. Probably not the response you expected from a rant, but I check in about once a month to see if you have posted, and WOW! You've been blogging regularly. I enjoy reading your writing.
Wry, I get busy and caught up with other stuff - and get addicted to other blogs [just visited yours!] and my blogging goes to the wayside... Regardless, thanks so much for stopping by - and for not completely forgetting me - and for the kind compliments!
Once upon a time, in the not too distant past, there was a Woman who thought she was living the American Dream. Her childhood, although now not particularly memorable, was fairly normal. She went to school. She got a job. She met a tall, blonde and handsome pilot and married him. It was all good. They were the perfect “Ken and Barbie” couple. The handsome pilot built her the house of her dreams in North Carolina, where she thought they would live for the remainder of their many, many days to come. Circumstances, totally out of the control of this lovely Ken and Barbie couple, changed everything. Shortly afterward, they came to find themselves living a whole new life in the Eastern Province of Saudi Arabia. Oh, sure, they are still the perfect “Ken and Barbie” couple, but Barbie now wears an abeyah over her designer outfits when she leaves her house, she has given up her pink convertible because she is not allowed to drive, and she no longer has an office that she visits five days a week, instead choosing to spend her time as a stay-at-home wife and an over-protective, doting Mommy to their two absolutely adorable, much loved and very, very pampered four-legged “Kids.”
I was delighted to see a post from you. Probably not the response you expected from a rant, but I check in about once a month to see if you have posted, and WOW! You've been blogging regularly. I enjoy reading your writing.
ReplyDeleteWry, I get busy and caught up with other stuff - and get addicted to other blogs [just visited yours!] and my blogging goes to the wayside... Regardless, thanks so much for stopping by - and for not completely forgetting me - and for the kind compliments!
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