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In All Fairness, You’re Wrong

, , , , | Right | January 17, 2020

Me: *picking up ringing phone* “Hi, welcome to [Solar Installation Company]. I’m [My Name]; how may I direct your call?”

Caller: “We got solar panels installed by you lot seven years ago, and now the [Component] isn’t working, and it’s not fair that it’s out of warranty; who can I speak to?!”

Me: *pause* “Miss, I’m very sorry, but the [Component] is only covered by a five-year manufacturer’s warranty—”

Caller: “But it’s not fair! Can’t you do anything for me?!”

Me: “I’m sorry, but no; it’s the standard warranty and practice for [component].”

Caller:But it’s not fair!

(Cue me head-desking and sighing.)

Dry Wall Is Meant To Stay… Well… Dry?

, , , , , , | Working | January 13, 2020

(In a previous story submission, Seeing A Dangerous Pattern Emerging Here, I talked about a bathroom installation guy who blamed ME for his bringing the wrong shower liner to install in my master bathroom, but then relented after I changed tactics and told him my husband had actually noticed the issue. The install was so shoddy that afterward, water was pouring into the downstairs walls below my shower. This happens when we call the install company back.)

Husband: “Water is actually puddling on the floor downstairs, the drywall is soggy and crumbling, and the ceiling is saggy! You need to come and fix this now!

(They send a supervisor out to see what the issue is. I happen to be home for that.)

Me: “The guy who did the install was made aware of the fact that the faucet was leaking before he left. When my husband pointed it out, all your guy did was slap some sealant over the bottom of the faucet and say it was fixed!”

Supervisor: “He what? That part is supposed to stay open, because if the water has nowhere to drain to, it floods back into the walls! I’ll get him in here right away.”

(We schedule an appointment for 3:30 pm the following day. Five rolls around, and no one has called or shown up. My husband calls the number provided, and it’s the same guy who installed our shower in the first place!)

Husband: “You said you were going to be here at 3:30 pm. It’s 5:00 pm now. Where are you?

Construction Guy: “Oh. I’m running late. I’ll be there soon! Don’t worry!”

(We wait. And wait. And wait. 7:00 pm rolls around. My husband calls again.)

Husband: “What is going on? We’ve been waiting for you since 3:30 today. We have things we need to do and haven’t been able to because we’ve had to wait for you. We can’t just sit in the house and wait for you all night!”

Construction Guy: “Ohhh. Well, okay, I’ll be right over!”

Husband: “Right over? As in you’re heading over here right now? You’ll be here within fifteen minutes? Because this is crazy!”

Construction Guy: “Well… no. Not fifteen minutes, but maybe later.”

Husband: “‘Maybe later.’ You know what? I’m calling your boss and asking them to send someone else. Never mind coming here at all. Thanks, anyway.”

(He hangs up and calls the boss. But since it’s after hours, he leaves a voicemail. Apparently, the boss still hears it, because shortly after that we get a call from [Construction Guy].)

Construction Guy: “I can be at your house tomorrow. Maybe like in the evening or something.”

Husband: “So I have to wait all day long for you again? No. You need to make an appointment with me and then stick to it. Can you be here in the morning?”

Construction Guy: “Well… no.”

Husband: “Why not? What time can you be here?”

Construction Guy: “Well, I’m tired! And I had to drive all over the city today, and my boss makes me work too hard and I don’t even want to keep this job anymore!”

(He’s putting on the most pitiful, “poor me” voice he can muster. Bear in mind that when he screwed up the initial install, he did the same thing to me! He told me he was being laid off immediately after our bathroom was done and that he’d be unemployed, and asked if we would just take pity on him and not blame him for his screw-ups. My husband is having none of it.)

Husband: “Listen, your shoddy install job is causing water to leak downstairs and damage my house. Either you tell me what time you can be here tomorrow to fix this, or I’m going to have to call your boss again and let him know you’re refusing to come out. There is water pouring into my walls. This is not a minor issue!”

(I hate the “let me talk to your manager” threat, but this guy was being so ridiculous, I was at a loss for words. Lo and behold, the employee made the appointment, showed up on time, and fixed the issue… but then blamed us for “picking the wrong faucet” for the earlier install. When we asked him why he didn’t TELL us it was wrong for the job instead of just installing it, he had nothing to say. But he DID spend fifteen minutes telling my husband a completely different story about why he hadn’t come out the day before. We would have been perfectly fine rescheduling the appointment if the guy had just called and asked in the first place! So unprofessional.)

An Interruption Combustion

, , , , | Working | January 9, 2020

(My local hardware store sells rope by the metre. You pull off however much you need and cut it with a device bolted to the shelf, something like heavy-duty scissors. Unfortunately, they never seem to work and I always have to ask staff to cut it. I have been a regular here for over two years.)

Me: “Hi. Is there a shift manager or someone I can speak to? I have a complaint.”

Cashier: “Sure, one second.” *on tannoy* “Duty manager to customer service, duty manager to customer service.”

(A young man my age appears. I read his name tag.)

Me: “Hi, [Duty Manager], I’m [My Name]. You see the lengths of rope charged per metre in aisle—”

Duty Manager: “Yeah, those?”

Me: “Every time I try and buy some rope, which I’ve done about six times, the scissors on the shelf—”

Duty Manager: “You need a staff member.”

Me: “I figured. What I was going to say was, there never seems to be a blade in those scissors and—”

Duty Manager: “Health and safety; no sharp objects on the shop floor. Do you need rope cut?”

Me: “No, I’ve already—”

Duty Manager: “So, we’re good here?”

Me: “Look, no offence, mate but can I please explain my perspective as the customer without being interrupted?”

Duty Manager: “I know what you’re going to say.”

Me: “No, you don’t, but even if you did, I am the customer. You should listen to what I have to say.”

Employee #2: *to me* “Excuse me, sir.” *to the duty manager* “Hey, [Duty Manager], can I ask…” *asks a simple question*

(The duty manager supplies a one-line answer.)

Employee #2: *to me* “Apologies, sir.”

Me: “So, as I was saying: the fact that the rope obviously needs to be cut, the scissors are there, but never have blades—”

Duty Manager: “Like I said, health and safety.”

Me: “Could you please stop interrupting me?”

Duty Manager: “I’m getting to the point.”

Me: “Whatever. If the scissors aren’t going to be there, they shouldn’t be there in the first place. Why don’t you have a sign for—”

Duty Manager: “We haven’t put one up yet. Is there anything else?”

Me: “Can I speak to somebody else, please?”

Duty Manager: “No, I am the duty manager. Why are you being aggressive?”

(Bear in mind, this conversation happens in full view of customers at the main entrance.)

Me: “Huh? Look, mate, no offence, but I’m not happy with your attitude and how you are handling my complaint.”

Duty Manager: “I’m getting to the point. Stop being aggressive.”

Me: “Aggressive? That’s a serious allegation to make against a customer with a legitimate complaint. On what grounds do you feel that I am being aggressive? Have I raised my voice?”

Duty Manager: “It’s case closed. If you want rope cut, ask a staff member.”

(A young female sales assistant, [Employee #3], is waiting to speak to the duty manager.)

Me: *to [Employee #3]* “Excuse me, miss, could I ask you to—”

Duty Manager: “I outrank her.”

Me: “I’m aware of that. I would like her to listen to our conversation as a witness.”

Duty Manager: “It’s best if you—”

Me: “Listen to me very, very carefully. Do you think this is an appropriate way to speak to anyone?”

Duty Manager: “I’ve told you how it—”

Me: “You know other customers, and your employees, can hear this, right? We’re at the main entrance of the warehouse.”

Duty Manager: “If you want rope cut, ask—”

Me: “I would like to speak to your manager, please.”

Duty Manager: “I’m the manager.”

Me: “I am sure that in a national chain, someone earns more than you do. Who do I complain to about you?”

Duty Manager: “Customer services.”

Me: “I want the contact details for the branch manager, or failing that, area manager.”

Duty Manager: “I don’t have to give you anything.”

(I’m not getting anywhere, and I give up. Two days later, I’m back. I ask for a “popular manager.”)

Me: “Hey, no offence, mate, but one of your managers gave me a truckload of attitude on Friday. Can I speak to somebody really high up?”

Employee #4: “You can speak to [Employee #5]. He isn’t exactly a manager, though.”

Employee #6: “Is this about [Duty Manager]?”

Me: “You heard about this?”

Employee #6: “Oh, yes, we all did.”

Me: “Manager or not, I want someone trustworthy enough that when they pass on my complaint, I will be believed.”

Employee #6: “Senior management will definitely listen, no matter your complaint. I’ll call them down.”

(A man aged about twenty-one appears.)

Employee #7: “Hello, Mr. [My Surname]. Would you like a coffee? I’ll take your details and email it in full to the branch manager.”

(He spent fifteen minutes taking my complaint in full, while I drank a cappuccino. Patience of a saint. A day later, I got a phone call back from the branch manager. He said he would use the incident as a “learning point.” That guy is still on the duty manager roster. He is still the manager of his department, working every day I am in the store. The staff suspect he won’t be there much longer.)

This Paint Is Crooked

, , | Right | January 1, 2020

(Per my client’s instructions, I’ve just finished painting the walls and installing the new carpet. I painted the chair rail but did not paint the baseboards, as the client wanted to keep them a natural wood color. She did not look at the walls before I installed the carpet. The client comes in to give her seal of approval.)

Client: “Hmm… I do love the blue [walls] and the beige [carpet], but something is off…” *thinks for a moment* “I know what it is! This here—” *points to the chair rail* “—is a nice white, but those down there—” *points to the baseboards* “—are an ugly brown.”

Me: “Yes, ma’am, you wanted those to match the doors.”

Client: “Oh. Well, now the trim doesn’t match. Fix it.”

Me: “Ma’am, if I do that, it will be much harder to paint because I’ve just installed your new carpet. I’ll also have to charge you extra.”

Client: “What?! You still have paint left, don’t you?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am, but—”

Client: “Then use that! Honestly, how crooked can you be? Charging you for materials you already have!”

Me: “Ma’am, I would have to add a labor cost.”

Client: “Crook! Get out of my house and leave me my paint! I’ll do it myself!”

They Know “Not” What They Speak Of

, , , | Working | December 17, 2019

Me: “I bought this skillet yesterday and when I got home I started to wonder if this handle is oven-safe. I called your customer service and they told me that it is not and that I can exchange it. But why didn’t you mark the product ‘not oven-safe’?”

Employee: “We don’t label products with what they are not suitable for but instead with what they are suitable for.”

Me: *pointing out the “not suitable for microwave oven” sign on the product*

Employee: “…”