I love to travel. It's the Danish pirate--Oops, sorry, Merchant Marine--blood in me. I love lolling about on tropical beaches and letting my Caribbean and MM genetics have at it. One small problem: My fiance and I are both from lower-middle-class families and are in school. Darling Boy-child (DBC) has a job, but he's basically supporting us both, as, right now, it's work or school for me. I can't focus well on both. I'm lucky, in that, DBC's family has been clever with money and has saved up enough to take us to Japan this summer and my mother's fiance has the money to send the two of us to Puerto Rico for their wedding in a few weeks. However, I have always promised my love that we'll take a grand old cruise and live it up for a few days some day.
So imagine my delight when I get a piece of mail from a certain resort company, offering me a huge, glorious vacation with various fixings and frills and a voucher. I'm thrilled, I tell you and quickly call in for more info.
They give us more info and were sort of helpful. Then they got to pricing. Now, again, we don't have much money and the price they quoted was WAY out of our range. We only would have had 8 months to use these tickets, which wouldn't have worked. So I thanked the nice man and told him we couldn't do it. He asks me to wait a moment.
Now I'm being put on the line with the promotions guy, who is giving us discounts right and left and gives us three years to use the tickets (giving us time to use our tickets for a honeymoon trip). So I call DBC and we talk it over and decide to do it.
We were both under the impression that this would also give us time to save up the money to REALLY live it up on our trip. What nobody had told us was that if we wanted to confirm the trip, we would have to plunk down the money right now. So, suddenly I'm being asked for a credit card. I asked why and this fact was made clear. We don't have 800 dollars right now. Hell, we only have enough to go up to my grandmother's for Christmas Eve and the rest of the trips are going to be bare bones if we want stuff like rent and groceries.
I told him this.
So he starts trying to make me another deal and, honest to God, my phone cut out at that point. I think the Powers-that-be were trying to tell me something.
Please understand I have nothing but respect for Call Center folks. You guys put up with so much shite, I toast you when I can. But please, understand, you can't squeeze apple juice out of a rock, so this guy pissed me off. I actually cried, mostly because this was the THIRD TIME I'd gotten this sort of offer and it had been unattainable by broke-ass, full-time-college-going, hopeful me.
So imagine my delight when I get a piece of mail from a certain resort company, offering me a huge, glorious vacation with various fixings and frills and a voucher. I'm thrilled, I tell you and quickly call in for more info.
They give us more info and were sort of helpful. Then they got to pricing. Now, again, we don't have much money and the price they quoted was WAY out of our range. We only would have had 8 months to use these tickets, which wouldn't have worked. So I thanked the nice man and told him we couldn't do it. He asks me to wait a moment.
Now I'm being put on the line with the promotions guy, who is giving us discounts right and left and gives us three years to use the tickets (giving us time to use our tickets for a honeymoon trip). So I call DBC and we talk it over and decide to do it.
We were both under the impression that this would also give us time to save up the money to REALLY live it up on our trip. What nobody had told us was that if we wanted to confirm the trip, we would have to plunk down the money right now. So, suddenly I'm being asked for a credit card. I asked why and this fact was made clear. We don't have 800 dollars right now. Hell, we only have enough to go up to my grandmother's for Christmas Eve and the rest of the trips are going to be bare bones if we want stuff like rent and groceries.
I told him this.
So he starts trying to make me another deal and, honest to God, my phone cut out at that point. I think the Powers-that-be were trying to tell me something.
Please understand I have nothing but respect for Call Center folks. You guys put up with so much shite, I toast you when I can. But please, understand, you can't squeeze apple juice out of a rock, so this guy pissed me off. I actually cried, mostly because this was the THIRD TIME I'd gotten this sort of offer and it had been unattainable by broke-ass, full-time-college-going, hopeful me.


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