Give me an "M"! Give me an "E"- What's that spell??? ME!
Posted 02-09-2007 at 12:15 PM by mycoupons
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I warned you. Now youll be walking around the rest of the day ~Na Na-ing. You brought it on yourself- dont blame me.
Seriously, for finally Fridays to work- I need some problems to solve! I know there are plenty of you out there with problems - send them to ME! Help me help you.
Here is the blurb written for Fridays: Airline lost your luggage? Is a certain company ignoring your request for a refund? Send me your consumer issues- I will call, write, and knock down doors to help you get a resolution to your problem!
There are fewer things I enjoy more in life than yelling at unsuspecting customer service representatives. In fact, the words 'May I speak with your manager' are enough to send chills of happiness tingling through my body.
I have the patience of a five year old on Christmas Eve. In addition, its all about me. I am not above resorting to tears, veiled threats and public humiliation to get my way either.
My picture is surely hanging in the break room of every restaurant from here to Los Angeles. Obviously, the servers in the world did not get the memo..Its ALL ABOUT ME.
I have ripped managers from across our great nation the proverbial new one time and time again. I AM a nice person. My friends can attest to that in my comments section...cough¦cough..hint.. Its just that I detest being treated like anything less than human.
If I am going through your check-out line, talk to ME, not the bag boy. If I come to your restaurant to eat, be nice to me. Ill tip you well. If I put my underwear in my luggage, I expect it to arrive with me at my destination- not be with a business man in Topeka.
Last year, I purchased a diaper bag from a large retailer whose name I wont tell you. Was I expecting Prada-like quality? Of course not. Was I expecting the strap to pop like a bungee cord in the middle of the mall, sending diapers, wipes, coupons and other assorted sundries flying like missiles? Absolutely! I bought it at WAL-MART!
So over to the blue giant I went. All I wanted was an even exchange. You take my disabled diaper bag, and give me a pretty new one. Sounds easy enough, right? WRONG! Evidently, there has been a rash of people buying diaper bags, breaking them intentionally, and then having the nerve to try and exchange them! I was chosen as the one who was going to be taught this lesson in retail retaliation.
"We cant exchange it; youll have to contact the manufacturer.¯ UH¦ you ARE the manufacturer. Apparently, I was severely mistaken. The red vest pointed out that the bag was manufactured in China. Oooookay¦ can I borrow your phone? Long story even longer, after close to fifteen minutes of trying to plead my case like a first year junior law associate, I uttered the magic words.
"I AM the manager.¯ She told me. "No, I want YOUR manager.¯ I sneered. "I AM my manager.¯ She tossed back. "So you are telling me that if the store caught fire, YOU would be the person they called? You are the top of the heap at Wal-Mart?¯ She answered yes.
Perhaps it was a momentary lapse in judgment. Maybe, just maybe, she missed the memo. It was clear she had no idea who she was dealing with. I looked at my receipt and said "Why does it say Philwhateverhisnameis- Store Manager- RIGHT HERE- and your name tag says WhatevertheheckYOURnameis????¯
I had her. Right where I wanted her. She was the hurt gazelle, I the mighty tigress.
Philwhateveryournameis- please come to the customer service desk.¯ she blared into the PA system. Yeah..I thought so.
Phil not only gave me another diaper bag, he also refunded my money from the first one. Phil must have read the memo.
The moral of the story is, the squeaky wheel may get the grease, but the wheel standing at the customer service desk while her children artfully disassemble the candy rack, gets the refund.
So please, send me your issues. I will do what I have to do to get you resolution. I have free long distance and nothing but time. And the words "I am from MYCOUPONS DOT COM¯ Are going to instill fear in the hearts of supervisors. I am giddy with anticipation!
Until we meet again,
Cici
Cici@mycoupons.com
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Hey Jude!
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Hey Jude!
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Hey Jude!
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Hey Jude!
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Hey Jude!
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Hey Jude!
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Hey Jude!
I warned you. Now youll be walking around the rest of the day ~Na Na-ing. You brought it on yourself- dont blame me.
Seriously, for finally Fridays to work- I need some problems to solve! I know there are plenty of you out there with problems - send them to ME! Help me help you.
Here is the blurb written for Fridays: Airline lost your luggage? Is a certain company ignoring your request for a refund? Send me your consumer issues- I will call, write, and knock down doors to help you get a resolution to your problem!
There are fewer things I enjoy more in life than yelling at unsuspecting customer service representatives. In fact, the words 'May I speak with your manager' are enough to send chills of happiness tingling through my body.
I have the patience of a five year old on Christmas Eve. In addition, its all about me. I am not above resorting to tears, veiled threats and public humiliation to get my way either.
My picture is surely hanging in the break room of every restaurant from here to Los Angeles. Obviously, the servers in the world did not get the memo..Its ALL ABOUT ME.
I have ripped managers from across our great nation the proverbial new one time and time again. I AM a nice person. My friends can attest to that in my comments section...cough¦cough..hint.. Its just that I detest being treated like anything less than human.
If I am going through your check-out line, talk to ME, not the bag boy. If I come to your restaurant to eat, be nice to me. Ill tip you well. If I put my underwear in my luggage, I expect it to arrive with me at my destination- not be with a business man in Topeka.
Last year, I purchased a diaper bag from a large retailer whose name I wont tell you. Was I expecting Prada-like quality? Of course not. Was I expecting the strap to pop like a bungee cord in the middle of the mall, sending diapers, wipes, coupons and other assorted sundries flying like missiles? Absolutely! I bought it at WAL-MART!
So over to the blue giant I went. All I wanted was an even exchange. You take my disabled diaper bag, and give me a pretty new one. Sounds easy enough, right? WRONG! Evidently, there has been a rash of people buying diaper bags, breaking them intentionally, and then having the nerve to try and exchange them! I was chosen as the one who was going to be taught this lesson in retail retaliation.
"We cant exchange it; youll have to contact the manufacturer.¯ UH¦ you ARE the manufacturer. Apparently, I was severely mistaken. The red vest pointed out that the bag was manufactured in China. Oooookay¦ can I borrow your phone? Long story even longer, after close to fifteen minutes of trying to plead my case like a first year junior law associate, I uttered the magic words.
"I AM the manager.¯ She told me. "No, I want YOUR manager.¯ I sneered. "I AM my manager.¯ She tossed back. "So you are telling me that if the store caught fire, YOU would be the person they called? You are the top of the heap at Wal-Mart?¯ She answered yes.
Perhaps it was a momentary lapse in judgment. Maybe, just maybe, she missed the memo. It was clear she had no idea who she was dealing with. I looked at my receipt and said "Why does it say Philwhateverhisnameis- Store Manager- RIGHT HERE- and your name tag says WhatevertheheckYOURnameis????¯
I had her. Right where I wanted her. She was the hurt gazelle, I the mighty tigress.
Philwhateveryournameis- please come to the customer service desk.¯ she blared into the PA system. Yeah..I thought so.
Phil not only gave me another diaper bag, he also refunded my money from the first one. Phil must have read the memo.
The moral of the story is, the squeaky wheel may get the grease, but the wheel standing at the customer service desk while her children artfully disassemble the candy rack, gets the refund.
So please, send me your issues. I will do what I have to do to get you resolution. I have free long distance and nothing but time. And the words "I am from MYCOUPONS DOT COM¯ Are going to instill fear in the hearts of supervisors. I am giddy with anticipation!
Until we meet again,
Cici
Cici@mycoupons.com
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