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What the hell is wrong with people? I am so effing annoyed, I could kick a puppy…but I won’t.

Let’s start with the asshole that hit my husband and smashed up our car, lied to the insurance company that it was a 4-way stop intersection and has such a shitty insurance company that the claims adjuster never called my husband back. After a week he has gotten it taken care of, and hopefully our car will be repaired while we get a rental, but motherfucker that hit my husband, I would bitchslap you if I knew who you were for adding this fucking bullshit to our day.

Next. The mother fucking credit card company that closed my card because of fraudulent activity. While I appreciate that they caught it and don’t hold me responsible for charges, why the hell does it take 7-10 business days to get a new card? The card that closed is one I use FOR MY JOB. My job in sales that entails taking clients to lunch, printing a shit ton of documents at FedEx, and driving all over tarnation delivering furniture samples to clients.

When I told them 7-10 business days is unacceptable, they said they would have it expedited to deliver on Tuesday (and would waive the $50 fee. oh gee thanks). Do you know what today is? IT’S TUESDAY. Do I have a new credit card in my mailbox? I DO NOT. When I called to ask where my card is, they said they couldn’t tell me as they do not track the credit cards… because that makes a lot of sense. Don’t track a card that could be picked up by anyone, activated and start this whole process over again. That would be dumb and a waste of the $1.29 the post office charges to track shit. Instead I was told it shipped for delivery in 4-6 business days so I could get it tomorrow…or Thursday… or Friday. But guess what, I have client meetings all of those days that involve me buying them lunch or goodies to kiss their ass so they buy my shit. You know what I get to do now? Put it all on my credit card that I use for my PERSONAL things.

I’m lucky I have another card to use. What about all these folks that have consolidated cards and worked hard to get out of credit card debt? What do they do when their card gets cancelled and they have 7-10 business days before getting a new one, and about $1000 in automatic payments about to bounce because they don’t have their new card number? Mother fucking credit card companies.

Last, and what really set me up to be in this spectacular mood is some motherfucking delivery company my company used to ship some tables to our DC showroom. I have clients coming in tomorrow to review products for a substantial project that I have been working on for 6+ weeks. The are ready to close, they just want to see what they are about to drop some dollars on, as many of us do when we plan to make a big purchase.

Well these fine asshats at the delivery company only delivered half of the products. It seems they don’t know how to read, because they delivered two boxes thinking it was two tables. It was not. One box has a base and one box had a top. There is a third box somewhere in the DC/MD area that has an entire table inside of it. I say somewhere because the delivery company doesn’t know where it is. That’s right, they lost a table.

I’m doing everything in my power to keep from losing the order. I know the clients and they have high expectations for product AND service. I don’t think explaining the situation will get me an order. If we can’t deliver two tables completely, I can’t expect them to be confident we will deliver 30. Its not my company’s fault, we shipped the table… but we are the ones that chose to use this delivery service, and I really hope we re-evaluate that relationship.

Sales can be stressful because every order lost is one step away from reaching your sales goals and keeping your job. I’m sure the delivery guys don’t quite understand why I am freaking out so severely, but this mistake, if it costs me this order will cost me a commission which is how I pay my bills, and means I have to replace the order in my forecast for the year to stay on track for my year end goal.

Okay, I’m done ranting now. I even feel a little better getting it all off my chest. And I think my husband will appreciate not having to deal with me while having all that pent up in my brain ready to unleash on him in the form of haircuts and lightbulbs replacements.

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