The WPMU DEV article recommends that you add the API code below the comment /* That's all, stop editing! Happy blogging. */ but I prefer to add it below the define() block for Multisite. But you can add it where you like, really.
Add the following code define('WPCOM_API_KEY','abcde1f23456');
Save wp-config.php and upload it to your site.
Your wp-config.php file will then look something like this:
Post Express Delivery. Package is available for pickup. NR 67433
Post notification No.17134
The company could not deliver your package to your address. Your package has been returned to the Post Express office. The reason of the return is “Incorrect delivery address of the package”
Attached to the letter mailing label contains the details of the package delivery. Please print out the invoice copy attached and collect the package at our office
Thank you for attention.
Post Express Service.
Now, I am waiting for a parcel to be delivered. It should contain a wall clock for the bathroom as we had a nice one with a bird on it that is now on the wall in Reuben and Joshua’s bedroom. So, I have to be honest and say that I was tempted to open it.
But then I read the email again and these were the things that concerned me:
“Hello.” Not “Hello Gareth”, just “Hello”.
Who are “Post Express”? Never heard of them.
The reason of the return is “Incorrect delivery address of the package”, but seemingly they managed to guess my correct email address, despite my delivery address being freely available in the BT Phone Book but my email address not…?!
“Please attention!” — that certainly grabbed my attention. Not the most professional use of the English language I’ve ever received.
“Attach to…” — oh, look! an attachment. A zip attachment, which if I were to open I’m pretty certain Symantec Norton AntiVirus 2011 would inform me contains a virus, or trojan, or other such malware software.
A few years ago, around about the end of May 2006, I signed up for the Telephone Preference Service (TPS). I know that because I have a letter from them confirming that I had signed up for it.
The TPS is
“the official central opt out register on which you can record your preference not to receive unsolicited sales or marketing calls. It is a legal requirement that all organisations (including charities, voluntary organisations and political parties) do not make such calls to numbers registered on the TPS unless they have your consent to do so.”
Despite that we still get unsolicited sales calls from time to time, wrapped up in a cunning disguise to make them look like we’ve won a competition or money-off voucher for a new kitchen, bathroom or bedroom.
I got another one of those calls this evening, and I have to confess to have … well, see for yourself.
As professional sales calls go this one didn’t get off to a terribly good start. When I picked up the phone the caller was in the middle of a chat with a colleague. They were laughing about something.
I said hello.
“Oh! Sorry,” she replied, “Hello!”
I’d clearly taken her by surprise. But ever the professional she started to read from her script.
“Congratulations! You’ve been selected in a … blah blah blah … to receive an £850 voucher towards the cost of a new kitchen or bedroom.”
“Sorry, I’m not interested,” I said.
She ignored me and pressed on with her script.
“Can I ask you how old is your kitchen?”
“My what?” I asked.
“Your kitchen,” she said.
“Kitchen?! What’s a kitchen?”
“You know,” she said, a little taken aback, “a kitchen.”
“I have no idea what that is. I don’t think we’ve got a … what did you call it?”
“Yeah, I don’t think we’ve got a kitchen.”
“A kitchen,” she said, her voice getting more animated now. “Surely you know what a kitchen is…”
And then she went to the trouble of trying to describe it for me.
“… A kitchen: a room with a sink and cupboards in it.”
“Hmm … no, sorry. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Come on!” she said, “stop taking the mickey, everyone knows what a kitchen is.”
“I have … no … idea,” I said, sounding genuinely confused.
“Okay,” she continued, “then can you tell me how old your bedroom is?”
“Well!” I exclaimed, “that’s a very personal question!”
“No it’s not!” she said, quite forcefully.
I’m pretty certain that bit wasn’t on her call centre script.
“It is to me.”
“How can it be a personal question?” she challenged me.
“Well, I don’t phone up complete strangers and ask them how old their bedroom is! How rude!”
“But it’s for a voucher,” she said.
“Ahhh!” I said, sounding quite enlightened. “A VOUCHER!”
“Yes,” she said, almost audibly sighing with relief.
“Yeah, I’m not interested.”
“What?!” she exploded. “I can’t believe that you’re turning down the opportunity for an £850 voucher for a new kitchen or bedroom.”
“I … I …,” I wasn’t quite sure what to say. But that was okay because I didn’t have to. She was back to her script.
“Can you tell me how old the furniture in your bedroom is?”
“Well, can you tell me how old your kitchen is?”
I think she was trying to catch me out. But how could she, had she forgotten, I don’t know what a kitchen is.
She then called for her manager, and I could hear her talking to him. “This guy says that he doesn’t know what a kitchen is,” she said to him.
There was a pause while she handed me over to her manager, Dan.
“Hello sir,” he said, quite politely.
“Hello,” I replied, as is the custom.
“Are you having a good evening?” he asked.
“Erm, yes. I was just trying to explain to your colleague,” I ventured, “that I wasn’t interested in your offer just now because we already have twins and have another baby on the way so we’re really not planning to upgrade our kitchen or bedrooms in the near future.”
“That’s fine,” he said. “I’m sorry about that, she must have been a bit slow to understand what you were saying.”
“That’s ok, I understand. Thank you. Good night.”
I hung up.
We seem to get these calls every couple of weeks. The next time it happens I really need to take the company’s name so that I can contact the Telephone Preference Service and ask them to follow up the call to ascertain why we were being contacted.
In the meantime I’ll just continue to have fun. The last time I got a call like this I just told them that we hadn’t had a kitchen since the explosion and that the insurance company was dealing with it. The next time … any suggestions? Leave them in the comments, if you like.
p.s. I do know what a kitchen is. We’ve got loads of them!
This is, without a doubt, one of the best emails that I’ve ever received. Even if it is spam.
I looked your structure, and you have very strongly interested me, I want to know you closer, and probably we become friends or more.
I the lonely girl, I search for the man and I think, that you very much approach me also I want, that you would write to me on mine address of e-mail: email@example.com
I shall be very glad to see your letter when, I shall receive your letter, I shall answer your message and I shall send you very good and beautiful photos, I think, that it very much to like you.
I shall tell to you a lot of interesting about me, I think, that very much to like you my stories about me, and I shall speak you only the truth, I not when do not deceive people.
I do not want you to ask, that you would answer me because I have no men and I very strongly miss on man’s caress and I search worthy for the man for me and it seems to me, that you worthy for me, and I want you to know closer.
I shall look forward to hearing from you, and you should not forget, that I every day shall look forward to hearing from you.