Metal Unlimited 4894 HWY 84 W Vidalia, LA is a Hot Mess

 Last year, I received an unexpected gift from someone that means the world to me.  It's a metal sign and long story short, I liked it well enough to foolishly try to do business with these people. DON'T MAKE THE MISTAKE THAT I MADE! Seriously, save yourself the aggravation.

It wasn't a complicated order, it wasn't even customized. It was three items that they list on their website as in stock and ready to go. HA! So I made a call to see when they were going to be ready before I ever made the order because they are gifts for a thing I have to go to. I was assured that they had plenty of lead time and my order would not only be here but might even be here early.  I'm composting that little promise, it will make corn grow out of concrete.

So cutting it close, I finally get an email from the worst shipping company in the world and their tracking number shows the product has been delivered. I look outside and there is nothing. Not by the door, not on the shelf where most deliveries get left if I am not here, it's nowhere. It seems that Saturday evening deliveries from this particular company are something of a myth after all.  At least they are for me.

So I call Metal Unlimited and get the unprepossessing 'manager' of their customer service team and she tells me that I have to call the shipping company directly and report a problem.  For those of you keeping score, that is lie number 2, the first one being that it would be here on time.

I guess I'm lucky in that she sounds like she has enough teeth to be understood properly, but other than that, she is the worst customer service agent I have ever spoken with.  Here is her solution for the gifts that won't be handed out this Friday: she sent me black and white images of the items in question, so they can see what they aren't receiving.  I asked her if I should use a black frame or a metal one to set off the black and white images she emailed.  I haven't gotten an answer yet.

So today, I get the unbridled joy of following up with the logistics company that shall not be named and they inform me that there is no order from Metal Unlimited coming to me, as they have no record of the order.   I give them the tracking number (again) from their own website and somehow the supervisor can find it but tells me that the company Metal Unlimited will have to contact them to file the claim, but here's the file number to give them.

You can't make this stuff up.

So this claptrap nonsense looks to be located between two churches, here's hoping that the Lord can spread a little charity and common sense on them.  They can use it. At least the brain trust in charge of the "customer service" sure can.

I'm all for small business, I have a couple myself.  I'm not for liars and cheats, and most definitely I don't believe anyone whose sole response when caught in a gigantic lie is to hang up the phone should be supported.  Look in your local area to see what's available and if you waste time on Facebook (no doubt being told that you must think a certain way or be booted from the 'neutral' platform) don't click on their ads.  If they spent as much time on personnel and actually making the items they claim to sell they would own the world and could clean up that junky lot.  Think about it, you'll thank me later.

7:03 update

It seems that a lovely company that is about 29 miles from here read about the cut-rate service that is Metal Unlimited and asked me if I would be interested in signs from them. I am and bless Garrick's heart, he's got the idea of what I want them to look like and he's going to get those done tonight! He's even going to deliver them! I'll have them when needed. So in happy conclusion, don't fall for the clickbait nonsense on Facebook. Shop local and keep the money in your community, not some ridiculous online thing that may or may not be legitimate. And thank you Paypal for the refund! 

another update: it seems that while they cannot get gifts delivered, they can leave countless comments telling me what a horrible person I am for expecting to receive what I ordered, when I ordered it.  My review stands.

If You Voted For Biden, This is Your Fault

 I'm friends with all sorts of people, I say that all of the time.  I can talk to almost anyone, even if it devolves into my mocking you relentlessly if you're that persistent with your stupidity.  But as I watch the unmitigated clusterhump going on in Afghanistan, I don't just blame the Thieving Potato moron that stole the election.  I don't just blame the other democrat bigwigs that helped him do it. I don't even just blame Faily McWorse than Carter, who we all know is actually calling the shots in this, his third term.  No, I put a large onus on the morons, the idiots, the cretins that voted for Biden. Not the dead ones, they couldn't help it.

But the living morons that thought this unmitigated disaster who spent 49 years on the government teet with no discernable success to tout other than being the guy to "stabilize" the Obama ticket or the disastrous three strikes nonsense that he doesn't take a lot of credit for these days.

Biden is not only stupid, but he's also dangerous.  He seems to suffer from phases of dementia, and he's seriously creepy around little girls. If he had tweaked the nipple of my eight-year-old daughter, I'd be typing this from prison, because I would have killed him instead of just getting my daughter away from him.  I would not have let my daughter near him.

Look at those pictures of celebrities with Harvey Weinstein.  See those tight smiles on the women's faces? Remember Bette Midler and all of her bellicose yammering about Donald Trump-but she still took her daughter to a party with Harvey Weinstein, even if she's parked herself between the two of them like the wall in Berlin.  Hey Bette, you don't get to bitch about the President when you're willing to take your child to a party of pedophiles. 

Well, you see the same looks on the people that have to be around Biden.  I've read about the Secret Service Detail that had to be restrained from punching Old Joe when he copped a feel on his wife.  That's just disgusting, and if I can find that information, trust me.  It's out there.

So this is your fault, you Bitards. This is 100% your fault.  The skyrocketing gas prices, the capitulation to the Taliban, the rapes that are no doubt going out, the ten wasted years in Afghanistan, it's all your fault.  Don't thank me later.  You should be ashamed of yourself.

Batcrap Crazy or my new Cyber Stalker Nickolaus A. Pacione

 

Creative Writer at Kobo

Publisher, author, freelance writer and editor at PrintToPress


Some time ago I began writing.  I was probably 4 or 5, bless my sister Shawna and Momma for patiently listening to those stories. By the Fifth grade Mrs. Marable had given me enough encouragement that I plowed ahead with them.  So from the many things that I have written, I most enjoy a bunch of children's stories-the Beane Brothers.  I had offered them to an editor that I know, and he enjoyed them enough to give me some solid advice.  He told me to self-publish.  He said that I had the personality to be able to promote these myself and I have.  My great friend from high school allowed me the use of her son to illustrate these and I have been happy with their success.                                                                       Unfortunately, I chose a bad self publishing company the first time, and they not only published the illustrations in black and white, they brought into my world this "writer" Nickolaus A. Paccione.  Nick is not sane in the sense that you or I think of it.  Instead, he complains about the length of my children's books or their price.  In reality, he is upset because the stories that I produce outsell his by 7000 to 1.     Such is life.  I had heard from several other writers (real writers, not Nick) that he has the habit of obsessing over one author and then stalking them constantly.  It's my turn.  I could block him, that's what all of the others have done, but what's the fun in that? He obviously needs some type of psychiatric care, and if my constant telling him that in some way prompts him to seek professional help-then all of his batshit crazy stalkings will have been worth it.                                     




Creative Writer at Kobo

Publisher, author, freelance writer and editor at PrintToPress

Content Creator at TheBookPatch

Writer at Blurb Books

Independent Distributor at IngramSpark

Author at Outskirts Press

Boss at The Ethereal Gazette

Proprietor at Lake Fossil Press

self employed/owner at Disabled

Owner at Freelance photographer

Sole proprietorship at Nickolaus Pacione

Former Content Creator at Booktango

Former Author at Lulu.com

Former Contributor/Writer at Hadrosaur Productions

Former Baker at Bagel Street Cafe

Studied Small Press Publishing at Arkham House Publishers Inc.
What he does for his "book" is to collect quite a few short stories that have been written by actual writers (Poe, Christie, etc) that are in the public domain and free for him to use.  Then, buried inside this redundant book of readable, enjoyable, good stories are the gems that he has written. They are gems.  One critic said, " crapping out a packet of razor blades is more enjoyable than trying to wade through one of his short stories." That's my personal favorite.               Should you have time to kill, you can look him up for yourself, but remember that I warned you.  When I posted his picture on my FB page, he actually complained that it was copyrighted.  From where I have no idea, so I'll add it to this.  I'm also adding his resumé, which has brought more than a little laughter to the people I know and are familiar with this situation.  In addition to listing the many, many self publishing companies that he has used, he lists that he has one trait that I care about he is a bagel maker! I love bagels, and my countless appeals for a doz with everything have so far gone unheeded.  Cross your fingers. And cross the street if you see this guy coming, he has fixated on me for now, but you never know what shiny object will catch his fancy next.  You'll thank me later.   
Proprietor at Lake Fossil Press













self employed/owner at Disabled

Owner at Freelance photographer

Sole proprietorship at Nickolaus Pacione

Former Content Creator at Booktango

Former Author at Lulu.com

Former Contributor/Writer at Hadrosaur Productions

Former Baker at Bagel Street Cafe

Studied Small Press Publishing at Arkham House Publishers Inc.