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In short, I know there are people who go to the ER to get a fix, and I know there are people who go in because they are in serious in pain from something that can't be "seen" but is totally legit. But hubbie had blood and CT scans to confirm diagnosis -- give him meds with no judgement.
Following on from the other property managment posts:
I live in an apartment building. The property manager doesn't live here and manages other buildings besides this one.
A few months ago, my flatmate's car got broken into. This has also happened to some of my neighbours. The carpark is part of the building and you can only get in there if you have an acess card (which she is in charge of). When we tried to talk to the property manager about it, she just said the carpark wasn't her problem and she wouldn't do anything about it.
Our lift is prone to breaking down for no reason, it just stops between floors. When one of my flatmates was caught in it, it not only took two hours to get people out of the lift, but she threatend to evict all of us for breaking it (the doors had to be forced opened as one of the people there was claustraphobic). She then charged my flatmate $300 for 'repairs'.
Thankfully she can't evict us as our landlord is my flatmate's dad and he isn't kicking us out anytime soon. This lift breakdown happens almost every week. But apparently it's the residents' fault and not hers - I don't see why she can't just get it fixed!
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In short. His doctor's office sucks.
OH. EDITED TO ADD. I was telling my mother I posted here and let her read it and she would like to say that my little brother's DOCTOR was the one who said "Your daughter is crazy! She needs to be on some kind of medication to control her!"
The. Doctor. Said. That.
She did not look to be in a good mood, but whatever, who is when they are serving basically all sleep-deprived college students.
So I order a double short sugar-free cinnamon dolce latte w/ soy (yo vegans!). Obnoxious, I know, but I've been drinking it for about year now, and it doesn't cause problems. I work at a different Starbucks location myself, so I know it's more words, but really not too bad.
Anyway, I get to the cash register, and as I am paying, I see the barista on bar putting syrup in my cup (it's the only little one), but it's not sugar-free. So I politely ask her to change it. I felt bad...but I want what I ordered.
No major suck yet, it's easy to make a syrup mistake.
Then she calls my drink "Double short skinny CDL...um...with soy." Right away I am nervous, because she didn't mark a new cup, she just tried to remember from the other one. And "skinny" means non-fat milk. But she said "soy" right? So as I am leaving, I take a tentative sip. Phlegm fills my mouth. That is some non-fat milk right there. She. Totally. Lied.
I didn't have time to go make her fix the drink, plus it was a little bit busy, and I pity all my fellow baristas, but I was pissed. I have not had milk purposefully for a year. It would have made me sick. Plus, I paid extra for soy. Plus she LIED. She must have caught her mistake as she was calling, but instead of fixing it, she just handed off the drink. Soy is steamed separately, so she would have known for sure that the milk was wrong.
No caffeine for me! It's not a huge deal, but I am still annoyed. What if I had been allergic!
My employee dropped off a $1600 deposit from Saturday Nov 22nd to them via their drop box on Wednesday Nov 26th, the day before Thanksgiving, along with three other weekly deposits.
Three come back with validated slips, but where oh where is my $1600 deposit?
I talk to the bank & they said they never got it. I talked to my employee who told me she dropped it off. The bank checked the tapes, & yep, there she is, dropping off some deposits, but they can't tell which they were.
I'm 99.9% sure she dropped it off because she values her job, never had an issue before, & no write ups. I know it's the holidays but I trust her for all the right reasons, so I ask the bank to check inside their drop off bin because it's been known that sometimes the deposit bags slide down under. It happened at my store with a deposit a few years back, & one of the workers there confirmed that sometimes it happens.
I've yet to hear any real confirmation besides "It's very expensive to take that apart.......time consuming too...are you sure we have it?...What if one of your employees stole it...We're a government establishment here, we don't lose things..." I know it's a long shot, but I verified with every other key holder that no, we don't have it, they checked their cars as well as me, no one was in the office, the deposits were in a safe, & my employee is SURE she dropped it off. They told me Monday or Tuesday a tech would come out & take out the drop box but they haven't yet & we've been getting "maybe tomorrow!" answers. My assistant & I have been calling twice a day & talking to three different people who give us the run around..
CAN YOU PLEASE JUST CHECK BECAUSE IT'S MY JOB ON THE LINE. I WILL PAY WHATEVER SERVICE FEE IT IS TO HAVE THAT DROP BOX OPENED. HELL, MY COMPANY MIGHT EVEN PAY, BUT I NEED TO KNOW THAT IF YOU DON'T HAVE $1600 OF MINE IN THAT DROP BOX, THAT I NEED TO FIRE SOMEONE OR FIND A NICE WARM SPOT IN THE UNEMPLOYEMENT LINE.
Jesus, sometimes I just wanna shake someone like a baby. If it's not there, I will thank them for the time they spent helping me & get them all REALLY big gifts this year for xmas, but for God's sake I've been shitting kittens for over a week about this deposit, could they fuck with me any more than they already are? If it was my own personal check deposit that got lost I would still be pissed, but I wouldn't be SOSOSO up there ass about it, but my boss is breathing down my neck because his boss is breathing down his neck, & it's causing me to breath down my employees neck.
I will hand deliver those deposits with a little bow & ribbon on from now on.
(I'm validating this as bad_service due to the fact they won't send someone out as a priority, but it's retarded_service on my end for being a store manager who has lost a $1600 deposit, techinically. So I know my place, :)! )
this morning, she got a phone call from them to let her know they had the dress ready for her. she told them she would be in after 3 because she was working until 3. she got off work early, picked me up and we went over there. got there around 1:30-ish. The girl at the counter looked around for it and about fifteen minutes later came back and told us that she had given it to another customer about twenty minutes prior to us showing up and the customer was currently trying it on. My sister was more than welcome to wait until the other customer was dressed and the store clerk had an opportunity to talk to the other customer about the mixup.
we puttered around the store for a while and 20 minutes later, we were ready to go so we went to ask the clerk.
here goes the convo:
Sister: Um did you have a chance to talk to the girl who was trying on my dress?
Clerk: Yeah. she's buying the dress.
Sister: I had that dress on hold for almost a week because it was on the mannequin. you guys called me this morning and i said i would be in for it.
Clerk: Well you didn't. the note said you didnt want it and to put it back on the floor.
Sister: no, i didn't. i said i would be in after 3 to get it but i got off work early so i'm here now.
Clerk: I think i would know! I'm the one who works here!
she pulls out the note from a pile of papers and i look at it. It clearly says on there: "Hold until close for Customer (Sister's first and last name and her phone number)"
i dont know about you, but about 1 o'clock when she gave the dress to someone else is not closing time. closing time for them is 9. And then lying to us?
i asked to see the manager but the girl kept insisting that the manager was at lunch. I took the note with me and her name and she can bet her happy ass i will be at the store tomorrow morning to have a word with the manager about what crappy service we got from the clerk. not only did she waste our time "looking" for a dress she knew she gave to someone else, she was rude and lied to us.
fucking pissed me off. and for anyone who cares, we ended up getting my sister a dress at Macys instead.
EDITED to add that the note also had today's date on it, the initials of the person who called my sister (not the same person as the clerk) and the time that my sister was called. completely clear and no way she could have mistaken it.