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  • There are just no words right now

    ...to describe how PISSED I am right now.

    I really don't know where to put this. This could go in Morons in Management or Sucky Customers just as easily as the first part involves the SC and the second part involves the district manager, M.

    This situation ALMOST caused me to walk out on my job today. I love what I do but this just pissed me off where it took everything I had not to quit.

    This has been going on since January 20th, and I have to tell you guys what's going on right now just for the sole purpose of venting.

    Cast of Characters:
    M: My direct manager and the District Leader
    Me: The overworked, underpaid pious saint
    V: The accountant in our main office back east

    SC: Someone I honestly wish a slow, agonizing death upon.
    SC's cronie: Some old biddy who has nothing else to look forward to except doing this woman's bidding.

    Part 1: It starts

    On January 20th, an older lady came in and purchased a sofa from me. The sofa is displayed on the floor in a brown curdoroy under alot of lighting. It is also available in a light ivory suede, of which is NOT on the floor, but we do have a large swatch of. Remember the colors and types of fabric - this comes into play later.

    She purchases the couch in the brown curdoroy. I write on the order form that it is a brown curdoroy. She signs the order form that says it is a brown curdoroy. I think all is well with the world.

    February 2nd comes around and she has her delivery. I get a phone call later that day from someone who I didn't recognize and didn't introduce herself. She asked about the two sofas we had on promotion, the ivory and the brown. I told her that we had the brown curdoroy on the floor and a swatch of the ivory. She asked if we carried an ivory curdoroy and I said we didn't. She insisted that we did. I told her that about two months ago we had a floor sample of the ivory, but it was the suede fabric. We have never carried an ivory curdoroy, the curdoroy had always been in one color, the brown. She hangs up on me.

    About half an hour later I recieved a call from the SC, who confirmed she had called earlier. She said that we had shipped her a brown sofa when she had ordered the ivory. I asked her what the fabric was and she said it was a curdoroy. I pulled the order out - it was exactly what she ordered. I asked again what she thought the problem was and she stated she ordered the piece in an ivory curdoroy. I asked again the type of fabric, because I explained to her that there was a brown curdoroy and an ivory suede - there is no ivory curdoroy. I informed her of this.

    After much confusion, I told her it might be a lighting situation that was making the piece appear dark. It turns out she lives in a mobile home, and the lighting inside a single-wide is nothing compared to the lighting in our showroom. It's an unfortunate thing, but you would think that customers have some sort of common sense that the color will look different under halogen mercury lights than it will under a single bulb. The difference in the color is painfully obvious no matter HOW much lighting you have on it.

    Here's where she turns extremely sucky. SC starts going on about how we sent her the wrong couch and she starts going on and on about why the hell would she order a brown couch(I don't know why, I just know she did), that we were running a scam, etc. etc. She demanded that the issue be fixed that instant, and then hung up on me.

    Thus began a wonderful day. She called back exactly 20 minutes later to tell me that she had her friend over, the cronie that was with her when she bought it and she was also insisting that we sent out the wrong couch. She hangs up again, telling me that she was filing a dispute with Discover to stop her payment because we sent the wrong sofa. She hangs up again.

    I called M to let him know what was going on, as I have to inform the higher-ups about any type of chargeback threat or legal threat. He tells me not to worry, but also that the second someone threatens that type of action, we can no longer deal with them until we get the paperwork from their credit card company to dispute. Company policy that causes alot of people to back off, as once someone threatens, we do nothing else until they follow through with the threat or drop it.

    Third time's the charm. Not even an hour has gone by and she calls me back for the third time that day. She is demanding to know what we are going to do. I told her that since she's filing a dispute with Discover, we can't do anything, and I am very firm with telling her that we once again, have never carried the fabric she is describing to me. I tell her if there's any confusion about the color, or if she got a bad dye lot, to bring in a pillow to compare it to the showroom piece to see if it was indeed off. Her exact response: "You come pick this pillow up!" *click*

    I know that this situation is going to get very very ugly, so I start to write everything down. I know corporate is going to get involved in this, but there is nothing I can do except document so we can finally put an SC in their place, hopefully. M tells me also to document.

    She never even tried to ask for an exchange or try something diplomatically with us, just went straight for the bank to block payment. Nice.
    Last edited by Kusanagi; 03-02-2007, 05:09 PM. Reason: typos
    "Time shall help me face my painful memories with indifference, and with more of it, I won't feel the need to face them at all..."

  • #2
    Part 2: The plot thickens

    I didn't hear back from her the rest of that day. Saturday the 3rd rolls around, and we're pretty busy when she walks in, cronie in tow, a pillow from the piece in a monstrosity of a bag. She makes a beeline straight for the piece. I go over, and lo and behold, it's the EXACT SAME COLOR. Actually, her piece was a shade LIGHTER than the one on our floor because ours has been here about a year and hers was brand new. She tells me personally that Discover can't do anything because the charge only goes through on the end of the month when she gets billed, not immediately (Anyone with a Discover card want to verify this? I'm not sure what she was going on about and I don't have Discover). She says she drops it, and I say "Okay." It's a Saturday and I inform her that I will see if we can work out something where we can replace the sofa with the ivory suede one or if we can accept a return, and I let her know I won't have an answer until Monday afternoon as our corporate offices are closed for the weekend.

    She leaves without a word, dragging her lackey behind her. Good riddance to both of them.

    Sunday dawns. I'm working, and around 2 I get a phone call from the SC.

    SC: I have called to inform you that I am continuing the dispute with Discover. Nothing is being done (what the hell, I TOLD you it would be Monday!) so I'm not going to pay you. It is your fault as a salesman that you did not tell me this piece could look darker in the home than it did on the floor. I will fight this, you are a horrible person and a horrible salesman. *click*

    I'm still in disbelief and wanting to cry, laugh, and be angry at the same time. I inform M of this and he says "Let her go on and do whatever she wants, we still can't do anything.

    Flash forward to Monday the 5th. It's our first day with a new trainee and she's nervous. The phone rings. Guess who it is?

    SC: I have spoken with the police - I am taking this sofa back to you and the only thing they can charge me with is littering. I am informing you of this. *click* Not even a word from me. I see her logic immediately - if she brings the merchandise back than the chargeback will go through. I call M and inform him of this newest development and he tells me a few things:

    1) Call the police and inform them of the situation and get information regarding what she can be charged with
    2) The piece IS HERS. She can do whatever she wants with it but under no circumstances will we take it back. Do not sign anything, don't even let her bring it in through the front door, if she wants to leave it she can leave it on the curb or take it out back to the dumpster. But it is HERS and we have nothing to do with it. Don't help her unload.
    3) When she does come, call the police to get her busted for littering and anything else we can charge her with.
    4) If she leaves it, put a sign on it that says FREE or don't even touch it - rest assured it will be gone the very next morning. (True enough.)

    I add all this to the documentation - my conversations with her, and the conversation with M, knowing this confrontation was inevitable and I was honestly looking forward to it in a sick sense. I also called the police, and they told me to call them right away if she did happen to come in.

    I don't hear a word about anything else until the end of the month. Nothing from her, nothing from M, or corporate. I assume the issue is dead, or she dropped it after realizing that she was 100% in the wrong. I was wrong again.

    Never once during all these exchanges did she say if she wanted a return, or an exchange to the lighter one. Every time I was able to try and speak she hung up.
    "Time shall help me face my painful memories with indifference, and with more of it, I won't feel the need to face them at all..."

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    • #3
      Part 3: A typical management maneuver

      Wednesday the 28th. I get an email from V in the corporate office. It turns out that Discover finally got us the paperwork. The customer is "disputing the quality of the sofa, and is claiming she recieved the wrong color. Either exchange or pick up the piece." That was it. Nice. V is wanting some insight into this.

      I spend a few rounds of email tag and send over by fax the original order that states the color as the brown curdoroy that she signed, the actual slip from when we delivered it where she accepted the piece (didn't make a complaint there, did she?), and the two full pages of documentation on everything I had leading up to this, all my dealings with this woman, over how abusive she was, and all the instructions that M had given me. V's response was that everything I had documented was ungodly - she couldn't believe what a good job I had done. We had this customer dead to rights. Policy had been followed to the letter. There was only one thing that would make this chargeback go in the customers favor - us having the furniture. And with that base covered, I was looking forward to FINALLY sticking it to a customer that knew she was completely wrong, ADMITTED she was completely wrong, had insulted me personally, abused me verbally, etc. That was the only thing that kept me from going off on her because I had M's full permission to persue the issue with the police.

      Thursday the 1st of March. I play a few more rounds of tag with V, and she prepares a beautiful statement and copies of all the paperwork that shows, no, we did not make an error, and no, she was not entitled to the money, and yes, she had infact not only ORDERED the brown couch, she signed for it when we delivered it. I'm feeling pretty good about the situation as is V.

      Then, that afternoon, she pulls up in a truck driven by people that don't speak english. The sofa is in the back. I think "Oh shit, here it comes." She walks up to me and goes "You know why I'm here. Help me unload this." I look her dead in the eyes and say "No, I will not. The sofa is yours, you can do whatever you want with it." She turns away, and goes back outside to enlist the aid of a few people to help her unload it.

      I have the number for the police. I am ready. I decide to make a quick phone call to M to tell him the moment has arrived, and to let him know I was calling the police.

      M has been sick the last three days with a stomach virus. Well, somewhere in all the midst of the vomiting and shitting, he must have lost his spine. This is what our conversation was like:

      M: :sighs: You know what, just forget it, it's not worth it anymore after all this time. Just let her bring it in.
      Me: ...what? After all this? I'm just doing what you told me to do. We're going to let her do this after we did nothing wrong?
      M: Kus, where will this get us? She's an old woman, right? Just let her do what she wants. This isn't worth it.

      It took every single ounce of reserve in my body to not say "I quit." Instead, I said "Okay then, whatever," and hung up the phone. She dropped the sofa in the entryway, and took off. I had to step out back because I did not even want to look at this woman, the sofa, or even the showroom. I was pissed beyond anything else I have been in a long time.

      I had documented everything, as per M's instructions. I had taken a ton of abuse from this woman. I had recieved specific instructions on everything on how M wanted it handled. V had sent the paperwork out to Discover that morning, the culmination of alot of evidence and hard work.

      And this manager goes and fucks it all up by caving and allowing her to bring her sofa back. It was an insult to me, I felt like I got slapped in the face. Now I know EXACTLY what's going to happen. The only angle she could have played - and M caves to it. She will tell Discover that she dropped off the furniture at our showroom - and because it made it past our door, we took it back. Discover will let the chargeback go through now. I've never felt so insulted working for this manager (we've had disagreements in the past but we ALWAYS have each other's backs, and that means more to me than any other job I had or could have where I could be making twice as much.)

      This company NEVER breaks policy and that's why I love working here. Everything had been done perfectly by us, and by me. I poured over this to make sure this would go smoothly BECAUSE I knew it would get ugly, and it did. So he just slapped me in the face by undermining everything, and what's worse, he undercut our corporate office and V, who had just prepared an airtight response to the chargeback.

      You see why when he undermined me like that, I felt so backstabbed and why it took so much not to quit on the spot? If I didn't have rent due in a new apartment - if I had ANYTHING on the table like I usually try to do so I have something to fall back on, but because of the move I have nothing right now to turn towards - I would have quit instantly, right there on the spot.

      I ended up sending an email to M, and detailed that per his instruction, despite our previous conversations, that she had brought the sofa back after he had told me not to let her. I also CC'd the email to V in corporate so she knows what's going on and she knows exactly why she's about to end up with egg on her face.

      I also sent a second email personally to V telling her how royally pissed I was at M, with the knowledge she will not share it with anyone. But I also made it very clear it was M's decision to undermine it.

      I thought I had done the right thing by calling M to let him know. The first phone call I made should have been made to the cops. Stupid me.

      I'm glad I don't need to talk with M for a couple of days because I feel betrayed. He's not just my boss, but he's a friend as well, and the fact he's had my back when I DID make errors make me even more furious with him when I do everything perfectly and he pulls the rug right out from under me.

      I'll update this when I find out more. As for the SC? Both her and M can go get hit by a fing bus.
      "Time shall help me face my painful memories with indifference, and with more of it, I won't feel the need to face them at all..."

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      • #4
        *hands Kusanagi a great big beer*
        here, you need this
        and this
        *hands over choccies*
        I'm hoping that corporate will come down on M hard!
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        • #5
          I found out from corporate this morning that V is PISSED. I'll find out what I can.
          "Time shall help me face my painful memories with indifference, and with more of it, I won't feel the need to face them at all..."

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          • #6
            That all sucks the big one.

            I recommend beer for you, and lots of it. LOTS of it.

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            • #7
              I guess that is the kind of thing M can say knowing it's not HIS commission that's going to be yanked.

              I too prescribe many tasty beverages of the alcoholic variety for you Kusanagi.
              Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.

              "I never said I wasn't a horrible person."--Me, almost daily

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              • #8
                Dude...

                You need a beer and a lapdance...
                I know I'm laughing but it's really not funny. - Me
                "I was in the hall. I know, because I was there." - Clue

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                • #9
                  I need ALOT more than a lapdance.

                  I'll gladly take a tall Scooby Snack with twice the rum and half the juice, please.

                  I just spent an hour on the phone with V. She is going to make sure M gets repromanded for this and is also very uspet. She's been with our company for years and handles all of our disputes and rarely wins. If anyone can roll with the punches, it's her. So when she tells me this pisses her off...wow.

                  Good news though: Apparently, Discover and Amex are the best for watching out for the merchants and she isn't entitled to a bloody dime. Even if she argues she brought the sofa back (which because I didn't sign anything, we have no proof of ) we can still nail her with a few hundred dollars worth of fees and Discover WILL back us up on it.

                  So I think what V has just unofficially told me is that she can't prove the sofa is back in our posession...
                  "Time shall help me face my painful memories with indifference, and with more of it, I won't feel the need to face them at all..."

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                  • #10
                    :crosses fingers for karma:

                    Keep us posted!
                    I know I'm laughing but it's really not funny. - Me
                    "I was in the hall. I know, because I was there." - Clue

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                    • #11
                      Well, if the sofa is "nowhere" I'll take it!
                      I don't go in for ancient wisdom
                      I don't believe just 'cause ideas are tenacious
                      It means that they're worthy - Tim Minchin, "White Wine in the Sun"

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                      • #12
                        What's really sad is that this situation probably could have been taken care of so much easier if the SC had only been civil. I mean, you DO take back furniture that does not look good in the customer's home, right? So, she could have gotten something else?
                        But no, she had to go all mental on you, before trying the nicer approach.
                        Very sad.
                        I can only assume having the stomach flu DID cause M to just get so weak that he could not even THINK about any sort of confrontation. (getting sick does that to me. I don't want to deal with ANYTHING outside myself for the time being)
                        I no longer fear HELL.
                        I work in RETAIL.

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                        • #13
                          *crosses fingers, toes, legs and eyes*
                          Hoping that everything comes through for you!
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                          • #14
                            Any updates? Just wondering, I love to read your train wrecks Kus!

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                            • #15
                              Yeah I am anxious to hear of updates as well. I seriously hope she doesn't get her way. She doesn't deserve it.

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