You may recall my blog post from a few weeks ago entitled “Are You F*cking Sh*tting Me?” which dealt with greedy auctioneers, their 30% premium on sales, and their outrageous shipping charges. A few geniuses wrote in personally to tell me that I didn’t have to shop at auctions if I didn’t like their policies. Well, duhh… They probably work for auction houses.
I don’t shop at auctions as a rule because I detest their policies. The point is, these greed-heads get away with their crap because we encourage them by accepting their bullshit in hopes of wangling profit from people to whom our idea of “a lot of money” is no money at all. But I must admit, I’ve been sniffing around the auction of the library of a former customer to whom I sold some wonderful stuff. It’s in a far away state, and I have no colleagues within easy reach to check on condition or completeness for me. Here’s what the auctioneer says about his condition reports: Any condition statement that is given as a courtesy to a client is only an opinion and should not be treated as a statement of fact. [The auctioneer] shall have no responsibility for any error or omission. All lots are sold “as is” according to our condition of sale and are not returnable. In other words, they’ve got me by the short hairs once again.
What’s the answer? Boycott auctions! (Good luck with that one, Greg.)
Well, before I could get any momentum behind my National Auction Boycott, I discovered another outrage to add to the burgeoning Are You F*cking Sh*tting Me list. In fact, this one is SO outrageous that it’s hard to take seriously.
I don’t do a great deal of business with UVA, but when their prior librarian was there, he’d buy a thing or two. In order to get paid, I was supposed to submit to UVA’s new automated payment system called “eVA.” At first, I was unable to do so, and the kindly librarian arranged an alternate form of payment. But I knew that arrangement wouldn’t last (especially since he retired awhile back). So, eventually, I signed up for “eVA.”
Imagine my astonishment when I began receiving monthly bills from “eVA.” That’s right. They wanted ME to pay THEM, so that they could pay me for the goods I’d sold to UVA. Here’s a copy of my bill from October.
In case this is too small for you to read, my monthly bill is $96.13.
Are You F*cking Sh*tting Me?