Pinterest - another example of getting what you pay for

So. I decided I should let Pinterest know that they lost a potential user due to their FaceBook/Twitter policy. After all, if nobody complains, nothing is likely to change, is it.

So on their contact us page, I was leaving a nasty gram, and I decided to click all their help questions related to FaceBook and personal information. And I decided to change my mind. It looked like I could COMPLETELY unlink from FaceBook, and I figured, if I was not satisficed by the unlinking, I could just delete the Pinterest account immediately.

So I suck it up, click to login through FaceBook - and I discovered that FaceBook was going to convert my account to TimeLine because I was joining Pinterest.

Poor Pinterest, you can't win for losing, can you?

SO, I went back to Pinterest to put my old complaint about privacy and anonymity PLUS my complaint about how FaceBook was going to screw with me if I got over myself and just joined Pinterest anyway.

And when I clicked SEND - the button was dead.

*sigh*

Pinterest. Another example of how you get what you pay for. Nothing for nothing.

Where's the typo?!

I don't know if you recall this event: The Guy Who Called Me and Told Me I Had His Number

Well. You wouldn't think that kind of thing would happen very often, would you?

In the last few days, I have gotten several calls on my cellphone for a guy named "Matt Dix."

The first one, I assumed was just a wrong number.

The second one, I confirmed they had my number, and told the guy Matt Dix had given them the wrong number.

The THIRD one, I ranted a little about this Matt Dix guy giving out my number, and the caller said he was actually trying to reach a business and that maybe I should call Google Maps and tell them they had the wrong number for that business. I was thinking, right who at Google takes those calls?

But then, I actaully reverse dialed that guy and asked him for the business name. He told me it was Mad Eapes.

So I tried to track them down, but couldn't. I even got my Mom to check the phone book in my hometown, where the supposed business is actually located. No joy.

Then I got a fourth call today. I really got the caller to speak to me, and I got the correct business name. I found teh offending Google Maps entry AND the company's actual website where their real phone number was - not surprisingly, one digit off from mine.

ME: Hey! I keep getting calls from your clients on my cell phone. I found the typo on your Google Maps site and it looks like you maintain that so I bet you could fix it with just one click.

HIM: [sound of typing in the background] I'm just checking that now!

ME: [waiting] You know, I was kind of mean to one of your customers, because I thought people were trying to reach a guy named Matt Dix and I kind of yelled at him, "Matt Dix better quit giving out my number!"

HIM: [chuckles]

HIM: OK, I'm looking at it right now. Where do you see the typo? Becuase xxx-xx1-xxxx is our number.

ME: Noooooo. Check it again. What's your number? Isn't it xxx-xx7-xxxx?

HIM: Oh, yeah. I'll fix it.

*headdesk*