skippy-2
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I just returned from the post office, having handed them a number of complaint / compensation forms.
In three short weeks I have had:
- A book from the UK 'go missing'. This has taken my wife 3 months to find (Don Camillo in the original Italian).
- Nintendo game cartridge for my daughter 'go missing'. This was the one bought to replace the one that 'went missing' when I bought it for her birthday.
- Package of modeling supplies (guess what?) 'go missing'. Amazing.
And today's peice de resistance, a 1 metre long cardboard box, crumpled to a 30 degree angle. "I hope there's nothing important in there" says the oxygen thief behind the counter. I opened it in front of her for maximum effect.
My eldest kid will be doing work experience later this year. While the other kids around him go off to spend time at Dad's work, or laze about under the summer sun, my son will be doing something that most people seem to need these days; taking a simple counter job in a customer service role. Dealing with consumers face to face. Learning the the customer is in fact always right, even if they are a jerk.
What annoys me most is the level of disinterest from the staff I dealt with. I was calm. I was thorough. I was polite, even though I wanted to scream. But they were simply untouched by the importance of the fact that the company they are paid to front, has been less than satisfactory in providing service.
Give me strength.
In three short weeks I have had:
- A book from the UK 'go missing'. This has taken my wife 3 months to find (Don Camillo in the original Italian).
- Nintendo game cartridge for my daughter 'go missing'. This was the one bought to replace the one that 'went missing' when I bought it for her birthday.
- Package of modeling supplies (guess what?) 'go missing'. Amazing.
And today's peice de resistance, a 1 metre long cardboard box, crumpled to a 30 degree angle. "I hope there's nothing important in there" says the oxygen thief behind the counter. I opened it in front of her for maximum effect.
My eldest kid will be doing work experience later this year. While the other kids around him go off to spend time at Dad's work, or laze about under the summer sun, my son will be doing something that most people seem to need these days; taking a simple counter job in a customer service role. Dealing with consumers face to face. Learning the the customer is in fact always right, even if they are a jerk.
What annoys me most is the level of disinterest from the staff I dealt with. I was calm. I was thorough. I was polite, even though I wanted to scream. But they were simply untouched by the importance of the fact that the company they are paid to front, has been less than satisfactory in providing service.
Give me strength.