On june 6th 2010 I went online to buy a ticket for the Harmony music festival, that my dad was going to eventually pay me back for. It was his graduation gift to me. I found the site where you had to buy the tickets I was only going sturday and sunday but it turned out that it was cheeper to buy the weekend past rather than individuel tickets for both days, for day evening and after dark. I proceeded to pay. After I had finished paying it gave me the option of print at home or will call. I of course choice print at home what an easy option. The whole time I was thinking god do I love modern technology. So until June 12th all I could think about was how excited I was that Harmony Festival was coming up. Not only did I get to go to Techno Trible, but my favorite band would be performing two sets, one normal and one just acoustic set. When Lance and I arrived the morning of June 12th around 9:30am, we proceeded to park and then try to get me my wrist band. At the exchange place where I was to get my wrist band they sent me to the will call area. Little did I know how rude and untrusting they would be. Well the print at home ticket was the worst idea I had ever had. When I had finished paying online I clicked on the link that said print your tickets well the page wouldn't load I must have tried at least ten times. Well the man that was helping me said i had to actually have a physical to get into the festival. I told him my story and he said to bad go try to print it again. So I went to the local librairy and what do you know it didn't work again. So I thought well I can print out my bank statement that should be proof enough so that is exactly what I did. So I returned to the will call area and told the man the new story, and he said again I'm sorry that still isn't proof. I had paid 156 dollars, hell ya that was enough proof. So I started to cry. I don't think I have ever been that stressed! So a nice middle age woman came over and asked what was wrong. So I told her through my sobs and she felt so bad she gave me a free water bottle and told me she would take care of my problem. Well she told me what to do and if it didn't work to come back. So I went back to the wrist band exchange place told them my story and who had told me what to do, they still wouldn't believe me! So I walked back to will call and she said she would walk me over there and talk to them, as she walked me back she asked what had happened so I told her the story of how they didn't even know who she was or believe me. She decided it was to ridiculous and walk me back to the will call area and gave me my dam wrist band. It only took me two hours to enter the festival. I learned to things. Never buy tickets online if you don't have to, and if you do ALWYAS use the will call option. Oh and I forgot the most important one, to the people who named the festival it is clearly time to change the name since you no longer know its meaning!
Saturday, June 19, 2010
The Not So Harmonious Harmony Festival.
On june 6th 2010 I went online to buy a ticket for the Harmony music festival, that my dad was going to eventually pay me back for. It was his graduation gift to me. I found the site where you had to buy the tickets I was only going sturday and sunday but it turned out that it was cheeper to buy the weekend past rather than individuel tickets for both days, for day evening and after dark. I proceeded to pay. After I had finished paying it gave me the option of print at home or will call. I of course choice print at home what an easy option. The whole time I was thinking god do I love modern technology. So until June 12th all I could think about was how excited I was that Harmony Festival was coming up. Not only did I get to go to Techno Trible, but my favorite band would be performing two sets, one normal and one just acoustic set. When Lance and I arrived the morning of June 12th around 9:30am, we proceeded to park and then try to get me my wrist band. At the exchange place where I was to get my wrist band they sent me to the will call area. Little did I know how rude and untrusting they would be. Well the print at home ticket was the worst idea I had ever had. When I had finished paying online I clicked on the link that said print your tickets well the page wouldn't load I must have tried at least ten times. Well the man that was helping me said i had to actually have a physical to get into the festival. I told him my story and he said to bad go try to print it again. So I went to the local librairy and what do you know it didn't work again. So I thought well I can print out my bank statement that should be proof enough so that is exactly what I did. So I returned to the will call area and told the man the new story, and he said again I'm sorry that still isn't proof. I had paid 156 dollars, hell ya that was enough proof. So I started to cry. I don't think I have ever been that stressed! So a nice middle age woman came over and asked what was wrong. So I told her through my sobs and she felt so bad she gave me a free water bottle and told me she would take care of my problem. Well she told me what to do and if it didn't work to come back. So I went back to the wrist band exchange place told them my story and who had told me what to do, they still wouldn't believe me! So I walked back to will call and she said she would walk me over there and talk to them, as she walked me back she asked what had happened so I told her the story of how they didn't even know who she was or believe me. She decided it was to ridiculous and walk me back to the will call area and gave me my dam wrist band. It only took me two hours to enter the festival. I learned to things. Never buy tickets online if you don't have to, and if you do ALWYAS use the will call option. Oh and I forgot the most important one, to the people who named the festival it is clearly time to change the name since you no longer know its meaning!
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