[ZendTo] Number of files in a drop off.

[Marlon Deerr]

Or better yet, why not (also) have some sort of message informing the user ahead of time of the limit. Why bother have them go through the process of adding 200 files just to find out later that they are capped at 200?

Maybe some sort of message in and around that yellow highlighted area below?



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From: ZendTo [mailto:zendto-bounces at zend.to] On Behalf Of Jules via ZendTo
Sent: Tuesday, July 13, 2021 11:02 AM
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Subject: Re: [ZendTo] Number of files in a drop off.

Neil,
On 13/07/2021 15:58, zend.to at neilzone.co.uk<mailto:zend.to at neilzone.co.uk> wrote:



On 13 Jul 2021, at 15:35, Jules via ZendTo <zendto at zend.to<mailto:zendto at zend.to>> wrote:

the limit is 200 files per drop-off.
I didn't see why anyone would sensibly need more than that

Out of curiosity — and I tend to agree — what is the message shown to the user if they attempt to do this?
At the moment, I strongly suspect it just ignores them after the first 200 files.
Sub-optimal  :-/



Does it (or could it) gently suggest that they put the files into a zip file or other archive, and try again?
Good idea. That'll just be some more JavaScript in the New Drop-off form.

Thanks!


Jules



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