The Gate keeper
I have been with wordpress for two months now. Actually, I could tell you the exact day that I switched over because my fabulous website designer transferred all four blogs over from blogger to wordpress on the same day.
All four? Aren’t there five blogs????
The True Tale Of A Flibbertigibbet, Manure Is A Girl’s Best Friend, Bella Blue’s Babblings, Bows On A Pig, Let Them Eat Cake!
And what was the last one? Hemmmmming and ha~innnnnnnng…
Oh yeah, the most important one, The Main Mamoo, the blog that I actually had some regular and loyal followers on???? What about that one????
Would it, could it be ….
Ummmmm…yep. She (Princess Flibbertigibbet) won’t transfer over. I have never in my life been on the phone with so many different computer people: Hours upon hours with google apps, proxy form google, go daddy, google…the list goes on and on and on. Google Apps tells me to call Go Daddy, Go Daddy informs me to call Proxy Domains, Proxy Domains tells me to call Google. In case you’re wondering, there is NO way to call Google. It’s all automated. It has been…what’s the word…ok, I’ll say it…a misery.
After two months, I am on the cuffs of just quitting and continuing on with sissiedale.com but I couldn’t quite let it go. As difficult and unruly as she has been, I can’t cut all ties with Princess Flibbertigibbet. She has been the main part of this blogging experience, yes? It’s like she locked out of this blogging club and I can’t find the right key to open the gate, letting her join our lil fam.
Who to call, who to call? That was the next main question. My website designer is at a loss, all her resources and advisers have thrown up their keys in disbelief.
How could this be so difficult?
So I did the nerd thing.
Which would be… Call geek Squad. Certainly they could help me. After a $200.00 contract, Geek squad immediately put me with an online tech named James who seemed like he would be the key to unlocking my iron gate to release my beloved flibbertigibbet so she could come on over and live with the other blogs here at word press. after six hours (I’m so not kidding) James says simply “call google. Here’s their number:
1800-not-abit-ofhelp. I am at a loss.”
mr. no help at all, James.
He’s at a loss, huh? How about the flibbertigibbet? She’s the one has lost…200 smacks….not to add in the time, aggravation, toe biting frustrating phone calls.
Stay tuned…more action is planned. After all, the description of a flibbertigibbet is this:
- n. An offbeat, skittish person; especially said of a young woman.
- n. An imp, a fiend.
- n. A flighty person; someone regarded as silly, irresponsible, or scatterbrained
I didn’t see the word quitter anywhere, did you?