Archives for August 22, 2013

NoMoreRack Customer Service – Curiously Odd

SAM_1778I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of nomorerack.com. It’s a deal website that lists – well – deals. The deals range from clothing to electronics and everything in between and you can snag some pretty cool stuff for a decent price. I’ve made a few purchases through the site, but mostly for home goods and other items. Things went pretty well until I decided to try ordering a package of sports bras.

I know. I know. I ordered bras online. First mistake.

The Order and the Process

So I ordered these bras – a 12-pack of sports bras for $29. I ordered them because they ran in actual bra sizes instead of simply S, M, and L. Things went relatively well and the order arrived in just a few days. [Read more…]

The Spot Writers: Magic

spotsWelcome to the Spot Writers. This week the prompt is based on the following opening sentence, which every member of the Spot Writers used to begin their piece:   Every day of the week I…, but Sundays are different. On Sundays, I…

This week’s story comes to us from Val Muller, author of the Corgi Capers mystery series for kids, For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal, a sci-fi romance, and Faulkner’s Apprentice, a supernatural chiller for grown-ups. Find out more at www.valmuller.com

Magic

Every day of the week I toe the mark, but Sundays are different. On Sundays, I throw the book away and do my thing. A magician’s blood always flowed through my veins, after all; it took but several decades of frustration for me to admit that.

When I first started working for the government, I told myself it was just a temporary setback—something to keep my bank account afloat until the economy picked up and I could go into business for myself. Besides, my parents would have killed me—going to college, racking up four years of debt, all to become a magician? It wasn’t steady income. It wasn’t steady work. It involved travel and auditions, constant mental focus and worrying about the next gig, and did I want to live in my parents’ basement forever? Didn’t I ever want to get married? Have children of my own? [Read more…]