Change of address
posted in Frustration, OmegaMom, The Move |When you move 4,000 miles away from your old abode, your address changes in lots of far-flung places.
So, in this age of the wonder that is the intertubes, you sit down at your computer once you have sorted out all the details (like, say, where you’re going to live, and what your phone number is going to be), crack your fingers in a semi-macho display, poise the hands over the keyboard like Leonard Bernstein, lift a hand…
…and type http://www.bofa.com…
…and Hey Presto! you’re there, you answer a few security questions that no-one else is ever going to know (your father-in-law’s middle name is not exactly common, nor is it exactly common knowledge outside your spouse’s circle), and voila, you have happily changed your primary address and phone number and your bank statements are now delivered to your bank-o-mailboxes at your new address by the postal person and you’re happy. Well, kinda.
You do the same with a variety of services.
All on the web.
All nice and easy.
All using Sekrit Kwestshuns with Sekrit Ansers that only you know.
And you go along with your life, merrily having a grand ol’ time trying to adjust to life in your new abode.
Then one day you discover Etsy. Some wicked woman lists some artists in her “gifts for less than $50″ blog post, and you foolishly click on the links, and you are in love and you MUST. HAVE. THESE. THINGS. NOW. (Especially since you are trying to decorate a new house, and counteract the continually shrinking amount of sunlight by scattering Bright Things around the house.)
Now, Etsy allows you to use PayPal.
You have a nice small amount in your PayPal account, due to your previous go-round with blog ads (and you wistfully hope that your new go-round with blog ads will prove as pleasantly pseudo-lucrative). So you decide to purchase your new treasures using PayPal.
There’s a little note at Etsy when you select PayPal to pay; it says to be sure your shipping address in PayPal is the correct one. So you schlep over to PayPal’s website, knowing you haven’t changed your address, so maybe it’s time to change it.
And you think you’ve done it, and order your Glittering Things, and the shipping address that shows up is not your new address.
So you scratch your head. “Say what?! Dayum. I know I changed that address. Hunh. Maybe I need to change the address that’s marked as the main address.”
You are in a maze of twisty, turny passages that all look alike.
You are in a maze of turning, twisty passages, all looking alike.
You are in a maze of twisting, turning passages that all look alike.
First you add an address. That works. Then you add a phone number and an email address. That works.
Then you try to make the new address your primary address and delete the old one. You get a page that says they will contact you with a Sekrit Code so you can confirm the changes.
They will contact you at your primary phone number, which is not the new phone number you just added.
OR…
They will contact you at your mailing address. Which just happens to be the old mailing address.
OR…
You can select “Other”, which brings you to a page where they say to contact Customer Service at this particular phone number.
So after trying a few go-rounds (surely there’s a way to get your new address and/or new phone number to appear in the drop-down??), you grit your teeth in frustration and call the phone number (which is not toll-free).
You get a nice pleasant-sounding computerized voice. You follow its instructions. You select the “change customer address and/or phone number” option. You get a voice message that says…
“Did you know you can change your address and phone number on our website? We’ll be sending you instructions on how to do this to your email.”
See OmegaMom.
See OmegaMom’s eyes bug out.
See OmegaMom turning red.
See OmegaMom start howling.
See OmegaMom jump up and down in frustration, just like her five-year-old daughter does.
See OmegaMom go wash dishes to get away from her frustration.
See OmegaMom sit down at the computer once again to try to figure out how to contact a real, live human being who might be able to help her do something that LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF PAYPAL CUSTOMERS MUST WANT TO DO, JUST LIKE HER!!!
Now, really. Banks do it. Utilities do it. Lots of places that are just as needful of security measures as PayPal do it OVER THE INTERNET. Without all this rigamarole. Why the fuck can’t PayPal?!?!
I just want to be able to use my “OmegaMom fund” to be able to buy myself some kewl artwork. Is this too much to ask?
Grrrr.
So I’ve sent an email to their help desk. Now I have to wait until Monday to be contacted. The Kozmik All is no doubt arranging, right now, for the person at PayPal to ignore my offered new phone number and new email addresses, and try to call my old phone number. ARRGGGHHHHHHH!!!

