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maandag 25 januari 2016 om 21:28
Mijn moeder heeft vorige week dinsdag telefonisch een hello fresh box besteld. Ze gaat kijken op de site en ziet dat de box die ze morgen zou krijgen niet haar ding is en wil hem verzetten.. Vervolgens gaat ze op zoek in haar mail (want alle gegevens zijn opgenomen telefonisch) maar nergens een bevestiging. Ze stuurt een mail naar de klantenservice met dit verhaal (op die zelfde dinsdag) . Die zegt haar even af te wachten en dan kan ze later inloggen (want gegevens nog niet verwerkt).. Prima.. ze wacht.. Tot op heden (morgen precies week later) heeft ze nog niets gehoord, geen mail, niet in haar spambox.. niets nergens (ik heb het ook nog voor haar nagekeken) en ze wil er vanaf.. Morgen zou die box komen (die ze niet wil, want ze lust er te veel niet van)..
Ze heeft geen bevestiging en niets betaald..
Geldt hierbij ook die wet koop op afstand ?
Ze heeft geen bevestiging en niets betaald..
Geldt hierbij ook die wet koop op afstand ?
maandag 25 januari 2016 om 21:39
Hahaha ze laten vast wel van zich horen......
Go to the profile of Sidney Vollmer Sidney Vollmer
2 days ago4 min read
Fuck you, HelloFresh. You Foodjehovas.
Dear Maartje,
We don’t know each other. But you used to send me boxes of food. Sometimes we didn’t really want one so we paused your deliveries, but we forgot about the pause, and you were so quick with sending new deliveries that, well, we kept getting boxes.
But then… Not once but a couple of times, I noticed mold on your products.
We started paying more attention to the recipes, too. We realized how very frequently, very cheap ingredients like cabbage or eggs were used for multiple recipes.
We decided to quit.
You made that hard, Maartje. Hard. (I almost cried.)
This is going to be technolingo but: the conversion funnel from subscriber to non-subscriber took me through five different screens. Four times, I needed to confirm, yes, I want to quit, no, I don’t want a bonus, a pause, a free pass, a month of fungus-free food.
I want to quit, thank you.
But finally, we succeeded. God almighty, did we rejoice!
But you turned out to be a bit of an evil ex, Maartje. Very evil.
You got your goons and your girlfriends and your dad to call me. And call me again. And email me. And email me again. I marked you as spam. (Sorry Maartje, but you should know when it’s over.)
And then you called me again. I explained to your boyfriend I NEVER wanted to hear from HelloFresh again. Ever. So, while on the phone, I got patched through to a “signing off option”, mandatory by Dutch law, and blacklisted my phone number. Again.
And then you called. Again.
And then you came through my superduperstrong spam filters and emailed me again.
And again.
I became slightly frustrated. So I sent out a tweet to you. You didn’t respond. I sent out another tweet:
(That’s right, I called you foodJehovas. So there.)
Finally, you got in touch with me. (after Teun van de Keuken, a well known Dutch critic of food practices, retweeted my tweet)
Your uncle told me you needed my email address to remove me from the system. I giggled. He said he would remove me anyway.
And now, little over three months later, your brother just called me.
You’re back, Maartje. You’re back. And it’s fucked up.
You just called me. Again.
And I cried. You did it. You broke me.
I started running the streets. But I saw your boys and girls at the supermarket.
I passed my gym. Your high school friends were there. Smiling. Asking me to subscribe.
You’re everywhere.
Now, I could rant about customer service. About respecting someone’s choices, someone’s privacy. About following MANDATORY legal procedures in the Netherlands. About how what you’re doing is bad for your business.
But it’s not, is it? I just learned that you’re valued at 2.6 billion dollars. You’re even related to Antony Zalando, that other powerful “delivery family”?
So you push us around, disrespect our boundaries and you take our lunch money.
Well, enough is enough is roughly 2.6 billion dollars.
I’m coming, Maartje.
You see, I have a phone book. A big, thick phone book. I am going to look up your number. I’m going to call you. Ask you if you want to talk to me about, I don’t know, maffia in the 21st century. (But you could always walk out!)
The week after, I’m going to call again.
I’m going to stand in front of your door.
At night.
You’ll probably call the police, right?
Well, you’re right, and I’m sorry, I took things too far.
I guess I’ll move, then.
But maybe your nieces and nephews, your aunts and uncles have some ideas? You’re all connected on Facebook, right? I’ll just go to their workplace. No biggie.
I know this may sound scary.
But should you want me to stop, just can always just opt out by sending an email to: weareveryscarypeopleandweworkforfoodjehovaHellofresh@gmail.com.
It’s super easy.
Talk soon, Maartje!
Talk very, very soon.
Go to the profile of Sidney Vollmer Sidney Vollmer
2 days ago4 min read
Fuck you, HelloFresh. You Foodjehovas.
Dear Maartje,
We don’t know each other. But you used to send me boxes of food. Sometimes we didn’t really want one so we paused your deliveries, but we forgot about the pause, and you were so quick with sending new deliveries that, well, we kept getting boxes.
But then… Not once but a couple of times, I noticed mold on your products.
We started paying more attention to the recipes, too. We realized how very frequently, very cheap ingredients like cabbage or eggs were used for multiple recipes.
We decided to quit.
You made that hard, Maartje. Hard. (I almost cried.)
This is going to be technolingo but: the conversion funnel from subscriber to non-subscriber took me through five different screens. Four times, I needed to confirm, yes, I want to quit, no, I don’t want a bonus, a pause, a free pass, a month of fungus-free food.
I want to quit, thank you.
But finally, we succeeded. God almighty, did we rejoice!
But you turned out to be a bit of an evil ex, Maartje. Very evil.
You got your goons and your girlfriends and your dad to call me. And call me again. And email me. And email me again. I marked you as spam. (Sorry Maartje, but you should know when it’s over.)
And then you called me again. I explained to your boyfriend I NEVER wanted to hear from HelloFresh again. Ever. So, while on the phone, I got patched through to a “signing off option”, mandatory by Dutch law, and blacklisted my phone number. Again.
And then you called. Again.
And then you came through my superduperstrong spam filters and emailed me again.
And again.
I became slightly frustrated. So I sent out a tweet to you. You didn’t respond. I sent out another tweet:
(That’s right, I called you foodJehovas. So there.)
Finally, you got in touch with me. (after Teun van de Keuken, a well known Dutch critic of food practices, retweeted my tweet)
Your uncle told me you needed my email address to remove me from the system. I giggled. He said he would remove me anyway.
And now, little over three months later, your brother just called me.
You’re back, Maartje. You’re back. And it’s fucked up.
You just called me. Again.
And I cried. You did it. You broke me.
I started running the streets. But I saw your boys and girls at the supermarket.
I passed my gym. Your high school friends were there. Smiling. Asking me to subscribe.
You’re everywhere.
Now, I could rant about customer service. About respecting someone’s choices, someone’s privacy. About following MANDATORY legal procedures in the Netherlands. About how what you’re doing is bad for your business.
But it’s not, is it? I just learned that you’re valued at 2.6 billion dollars. You’re even related to Antony Zalando, that other powerful “delivery family”?
So you push us around, disrespect our boundaries and you take our lunch money.
Well, enough is enough is roughly 2.6 billion dollars.
I’m coming, Maartje.
You see, I have a phone book. A big, thick phone book. I am going to look up your number. I’m going to call you. Ask you if you want to talk to me about, I don’t know, maffia in the 21st century. (But you could always walk out!)
The week after, I’m going to call again.
I’m going to stand in front of your door.
At night.
You’ll probably call the police, right?
Well, you’re right, and I’m sorry, I took things too far.
I guess I’ll move, then.
But maybe your nieces and nephews, your aunts and uncles have some ideas? You’re all connected on Facebook, right? I’ll just go to their workplace. No biggie.
I know this may sound scary.
But should you want me to stop, just can always just opt out by sending an email to: weareveryscarypeopleandweworkforfoodjehovaHellofresh@gmail.com.
It’s super easy.
Talk soon, Maartje!
Talk very, very soon.
maandag 25 januari 2016 om 21:40
ik kan het dus nergens vinden.. het zijn bederfelijke goederen en dan zou koop op afstand niet gelden ?
Ik vind het zelf nogal logisch.. ze heeft niets ontvangen qua bevestiging dus kán ze niets ontvangen morgen m.i. ze kan nl. niet inloggen niets.. het is echt beetje raar.. En ze zijn niet te bereiken.. ze reageren niet of nauwelijks
Ik vind het zelf nogal logisch.. ze heeft niets ontvangen qua bevestiging dus kán ze niets ontvangen morgen m.i. ze kan nl. niet inloggen niets.. het is echt beetje raar.. En ze zijn niet te bereiken.. ze reageren niet of nauwelijks
maandag 25 januari 2016 om 21:57
maandag 25 januari 2016 om 22:06
maandag 25 januari 2016 om 22:09
maandag 25 januari 2016 om 22:28
maandag 25 januari 2016 om 22:50
Ze komen zelfs al aan de deur met Hello Fresh geronsel. Vreselijk, gelukkig droeg hij een schort met het Hello Fresh label erop dus ik kon het meteen afkappen.
Egels kunnen momenteel moeilijk aan water komen. Help ze door een schoteltje met water op een beschut plekje neer te zetten, liefst met wat speciaal egelvoer (te koop in dierenwinkels). Voor insecten op een hogere plek een schoteltje water met steentjes.
dinsdag 26 januari 2016 om 05:33
quote:monalisalove schreef op 25 januari 2016 @ 21:39:
Hahaha ze laten vast wel van zich horen......
Go to the profile of Sidney Vollmer Sidney Vollmer
2 days ago4 min read
Fuck you, HelloFresh. You Foodjehovas.
Dear Maartje,
We don’t know each other. But you used to send me boxes of food. Sometimes we didn’t really want one so we paused your deliveries, but we forgot about the pause, and you were so quick with sending new deliveries that, well, we kept getting boxes.
But then… Not once but a couple of times, I noticed mold on your products.
We started paying more attention to the recipes, too. We realized how very frequently, very cheap ingredients like cabbage or eggs were used for multiple recipes.
We decided to quit.
You made that hard, Maartje. Hard. (I almost cried.)
This is going to be technolingo but: the conversion funnel from subscriber to non-subscriber took me through five different screens. Four times, I needed to confirm, yes, I want to quit, no, I don’t want a bonus, a pause, a free pass, a month of fungus-free food.
I want to quit, thank you.
But finally, we succeeded. God almighty, did we rejoice!
But you turned out to be a bit of an evil ex, Maartje. Very evil.
You got your goons and your girlfriends and your dad to call me. And call me again. And email me. And email me again. I marked you as spam. (Sorry Maartje, but you should know when it’s over.)
And then you called me again. I explained to your boyfriend I NEVER wanted to hear from HelloFresh again. Ever. So, while on the phone, I got patched through to a “signing off option”, mandatory by Dutch law, and blacklisted my phone number. Again.
And then you called. Again.
And then you came through my superduperstrong spam filters and emailed me again.
And again.
I became slightly frustrated. So I sent out a tweet to you. You didn’t respond. I sent out another tweet:
(That’s right, I called you foodJehovas. So there.)
Finally, you got in touch with me. (after Teun van de Keuken, a well known Dutch critic of food practices, retweeted my tweet)
Your uncle told me you needed my email address to remove me from the system. I giggled. He said he would remove me anyway.
And now, little over three months later, your brother just called me.
You’re back, Maartje. You’re back. And it’s fucked up.
You just called me. Again.
And I cried. You did it. You broke me.
I started running the streets. But I saw your boys and girls at the supermarket.
I passed my gym. Your high school friends were there. Smiling. Asking me to subscribe.
You’re everywhere.
Now, I could rant about customer service. About respecting someone’s choices, someone’s privacy. About following MANDATORY legal procedures in the Netherlands. About how what you’re doing is bad for your business.
But it’s not, is it? I just learned that you’re valued at 2.6 billion dollars. You’re even related to Antony Zalando, that other powerful “delivery family”?
So you push us around, disrespect our boundaries and you take our lunch money.
Well, enough is enough is roughly 2.6 billion dollars.
I’m coming, Maartje.
You see, I have a phone book. A big, thick phone book. I am going to look up your number. I’m going to call you. Ask you if you want to talk to me about, I don’t know, maffia in the 21st century. (But you could always walk out!)
The week after, I’m going to call again.
I’m going to stand in front of your door.
At night.
You’ll probably call the police, right?
Well, you’re right, and I’m sorry, I took things too far.
I guess I’ll move, then.
But maybe your nieces and nephews, your aunts and uncles have some ideas? You’re all connected on Facebook, right? I’ll just go to their workplace. No biggie.
I know this may sound scary.
But should you want me to stop, just can always just opt out by sending an email to: weareveryscarypeopleandweworkforfoodjehovaHellofresh@gmail.com.
It’s super easy.
Talk soon, Maartje!
Talk very, very soon.Ik vind dit echt heel grappig!
Hahaha ze laten vast wel van zich horen......
Go to the profile of Sidney Vollmer Sidney Vollmer
2 days ago4 min read
Fuck you, HelloFresh. You Foodjehovas.
Dear Maartje,
We don’t know each other. But you used to send me boxes of food. Sometimes we didn’t really want one so we paused your deliveries, but we forgot about the pause, and you were so quick with sending new deliveries that, well, we kept getting boxes.
But then… Not once but a couple of times, I noticed mold on your products.
We started paying more attention to the recipes, too. We realized how very frequently, very cheap ingredients like cabbage or eggs were used for multiple recipes.
We decided to quit.
You made that hard, Maartje. Hard. (I almost cried.)
This is going to be technolingo but: the conversion funnel from subscriber to non-subscriber took me through five different screens. Four times, I needed to confirm, yes, I want to quit, no, I don’t want a bonus, a pause, a free pass, a month of fungus-free food.
I want to quit, thank you.
But finally, we succeeded. God almighty, did we rejoice!
But you turned out to be a bit of an evil ex, Maartje. Very evil.
You got your goons and your girlfriends and your dad to call me. And call me again. And email me. And email me again. I marked you as spam. (Sorry Maartje, but you should know when it’s over.)
And then you called me again. I explained to your boyfriend I NEVER wanted to hear from HelloFresh again. Ever. So, while on the phone, I got patched through to a “signing off option”, mandatory by Dutch law, and blacklisted my phone number. Again.
And then you called. Again.
And then you came through my superduperstrong spam filters and emailed me again.
And again.
I became slightly frustrated. So I sent out a tweet to you. You didn’t respond. I sent out another tweet:
(That’s right, I called you foodJehovas. So there.)
Finally, you got in touch with me. (after Teun van de Keuken, a well known Dutch critic of food practices, retweeted my tweet)
Your uncle told me you needed my email address to remove me from the system. I giggled. He said he would remove me anyway.
And now, little over three months later, your brother just called me.
You’re back, Maartje. You’re back. And it’s fucked up.
You just called me. Again.
And I cried. You did it. You broke me.
I started running the streets. But I saw your boys and girls at the supermarket.
I passed my gym. Your high school friends were there. Smiling. Asking me to subscribe.
You’re everywhere.
Now, I could rant about customer service. About respecting someone’s choices, someone’s privacy. About following MANDATORY legal procedures in the Netherlands. About how what you’re doing is bad for your business.
But it’s not, is it? I just learned that you’re valued at 2.6 billion dollars. You’re even related to Antony Zalando, that other powerful “delivery family”?
So you push us around, disrespect our boundaries and you take our lunch money.
Well, enough is enough is roughly 2.6 billion dollars.
I’m coming, Maartje.
You see, I have a phone book. A big, thick phone book. I am going to look up your number. I’m going to call you. Ask you if you want to talk to me about, I don’t know, maffia in the 21st century. (But you could always walk out!)
The week after, I’m going to call again.
I’m going to stand in front of your door.
At night.
You’ll probably call the police, right?
Well, you’re right, and I’m sorry, I took things too far.
I guess I’ll move, then.
But maybe your nieces and nephews, your aunts and uncles have some ideas? You’re all connected on Facebook, right? I’ll just go to their workplace. No biggie.
I know this may sound scary.
But should you want me to stop, just can always just opt out by sending an email to: weareveryscarypeopleandweworkforfoodjehovaHellofresh@gmail.com.
It’s super easy.
Talk soon, Maartje!
Talk very, very soon.Ik vind dit echt heel grappig!
dinsdag 26 januari 2016 om 10:24
Ik heb me ook ooit laten verleiden door deduivel een leuke jonge man op een koud tochtig station. Ik vond het zo zielig en hij deed het zo leuk en dan gun je jezelf zo'n jongen ook wat aandacht. Doos trok d'r credit card en zat toen ook met zo'n doos.
(en kon ook niet inloggen etc, dus wel een hele snelle actie op touw gezet om er zo snel mogelijk weer vanaf te komen, vond het ook niks, gezemel met al die bakjes en zakjes en dan van die mutsige recepten)
(en kon ook niet inloggen etc, dus wel een hele snelle actie op touw gezet om er zo snel mogelijk weer vanaf te komen, vond het ook niks, gezemel met al die bakjes en zakjes en dan van die mutsige recepten)