It's another woman. Not trying to steal my husband,
I hasten to point out, but trying to steal my business or at least part of it.
The bitch. I mean if it was some minx trying to get P's attention it would be so
much easier, I'd find her, rip her eyes out and that would be an end to it. But
this is some eBay would-be entrepreneur hiding behind some fake
name no doubt stealing my customers!
Now I could be a real bitch myself and ask loads of
people to please buy a minimum order from her (if she really is a 'her', I mean
you never really know on eBay) and then post rotten comments about her
goods and service but that's not something I'd want to get involved in really. I
told P about it a few weeks ago and he said the first thing to do was buy
some of her stuff and find out if it's any good, then decide how to react either
by strengthening my product descriptions if there's a clear quality gap or
lowering my prices to match hers if that's what has to be done. He thought
it was funny but it's not funny to me!
Anyway I did buy from her and her service
was fast but the items she sent me were rubbish compared to mine.
They were made in China, the stitching was pulling out and they were using lower
quality materials. Mine are made in Spain with good materials, and they
don't fall apart even after a lot of use. But on eBay people buy on price
and her prices are lower than mine, she includes carriage too.
The bitch! It's really getting to me.
P has helped. He tugged one of her items in
his hands and it literally came apart, it was ridiculous. He helped me beef up
my descriptions, he said I was under selling myself and the quality, reliability
and trust aspect with thousands of positive customer feedbacks. I asked him
if perhaps I could add 'WHEN YOU'VE BEEN STIFFED BY SOMEONE SELLING AN
INFERIOR PRODUCT AND NEED A PROPER ONE, COME TO ME AND SEE THE DIFFERENCE' but
he told me that wasn't a good idea. I'd been joking actually, or trying to even
though I don't regard it as funny.
Anyway I've whinged on and off about my competitor
and it's been getting on my husband's nerves and on Wednesday he told me so and he
said he had the answer. My ears pricked up but his answer wasn't how
to stop the competitor, it was how to stop me whingeing. He told me I
needed a bloody good spanking, he wanted a whinge-free evening, only
positive sensible actions would improve the situation not
whingeing.
So he took me upstairs and gave me something to whinge
about. I got my backside tanned, completely out of the
blue, and it was delicious and each time I squealed and protested he told me to
stop whingeing and spanked harder which made me squeal more. He wouldn't stop
until I'd promised not to mention it again or at least not with a childish
pathetic whine in my voice, or I'd be across his knee again. I got up red faced
and said I was sorry and thanked him for helping me...with his advice not the
spanking:)
Have a fun weekend.
Ronnie
xx
