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ha i just sent an email to the car dealership. i couldn’t find the guy’s card who had been helping me, since he handed it to me at the beginning of the interaction and christ knows where i put that, i was juggling like eighty things it was so annoying. so i just looked at the Meet Our Staff page and picked the guy whose picture was biggest, since my actual helper wasn’t there.
I also learned my lesson with my health insurance company: they will fucking stalk you to find a phone number to call you, and in my case that is fucking predatory because with my memory issues I’ll agree to basically anything anyone says and not be able to recall the conversation in detail later. If it doesn’t happen in writing, it doesn’t happen. So I wrote this whole email– I wrote it Saturday, and left it sitting so I’d calm down, but it didn’t work, I came back today and I was even madder.
And then I put a PS on the end that was like “if you call me on the telephone I will never speak to you again so don’t do that shit”, only slightly nicer. But I mean it. If they call me I will not only never do business with them again, but I won’t let Dude take his car there, and I will obsessively leave them shitty comments on every social media reviewing site I can find. They’re one of those corporate smarmy “metrics of satisfaction” type places. Fuck those guys.
But. I can book appointments online. That’s literally all I want, to never have to call anyone on the phone.
But it’s a fleeting joy, because they always call me like five times, and they always call me right in the middle of the service, every time, to say “oh my gosh we need you to give us eight hundred more dollars for something you’ve never heard before” and I’m so stressed by being on the phone that I always say “sure” and you know what?
I’d rather just… forego the foolish false security of the online booking form. It’s just not worth it.
Oh I just dug out the receipt they gave me after this service. Remember how in the fall they were like “all your tires are in the yellow you need new ones” and I was like “i just gave you $1k for brakes I can’t buy new tires” but I had that in the back of my mind?
All four tires are green on their “umpty-zillion point checklist” thing. All four. Totally green. Condition: “Excellent”.
What the fuck you fucking hucksters. fuck you.
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ha i just sent an email to the car dealership. i couldn’t find the guy’s card who had been helping me, since he handed it to me at the beginning of the interaction and christ knows where i put that, i was juggling like eighty things it was so annoying. so i just looked at the Meet Our Staff page and picked the guy whose picture was biggest, since my actual helper wasn’t there.
I also learned my lesson with my health insurance company: they will fucking stalk you to find a phone number to call you, and in my case that is fucking predatory because with my memory issues I’ll agree to basically anything anyone says and not be able to recall the conversation in detail later. If it doesn’t happen in writing, it doesn’t happen. So I wrote this whole email– I wrote it Saturday, and left it sitting so I’d calm down, but it didn’t work, I came back today and I was even madder.
And then I put a PS on the end that was like “if you call me on the telephone I will never speak to you again so don’t do that shit”, only slightly nicer. But I mean it. If they call me I will not only never do business with them again, but I won’t let Dude take his car there, and I will obsessively leave them shitty comments on every social media reviewing site I can find. They’re one of those corporate smarmy “metrics of satisfaction” type places. Fuck those guys.
But. I can book appointments online. That’s literally all I want, to never have to call anyone on the phone.
But it’s a fleeting joy, because they always call me like five times, and they always call me right in the middle of the service, every time, to say “oh my gosh we need you to give us eight hundred more dollars for something you’ve never heard before” and I’m so stressed by being on the phone that I always say “sure” and you know what?
I’d rather just… forego the foolish false security of the online booking form. It’s just not worth it.
Oh I just dug out the receipt they gave me after this service. Remember how in the fall they were like “all your tires are in the yellow you need new ones” and I was like “i just gave you $1k for brakes I can’t buy new tires” but I had that in the back of my mind?
All four tires are green on their “umpty-zillion point checklist” thing. All four. Totally green. Condition: “Excellent”.
What the fuck you fucking hucksters. fuck you.
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