May 31st, 2009

oh HELL no

I live in an apartment complex. My apartment is upstairs, but my front door is ground level, and so are all of my neighbors'. There are mail slots in the doors. Normally what happens is, the person delivering the mail walks up the two relatively low steps to the front door, opens the mail slot and pushes the mail through. Simple, right?

I'm sitting here yesterday afternoon when I hear something bounce off my front door. I go to investigate and what do you know, there's all of my mail lying on my porch. I look down the row of buildings and I see mail lying on every single porch. Apparently, the person delivering the mail felt it was just too much to ask for them to actually step up on every porch and put the mail through the slot, so they decided to simply walk by and hurl the mail at each person's front door as they passed.

I hate to repeat myself, but oh HELL no. I am calling that post office first thing Monday morning and speaking to the branch manager and I am going to light them up like the fourth of July. There's plenty of people out there who need a job and are willing to work, so they need to fire the trifling, lazy-assed pitiful excuse for a postal "worker" who delivered (and I use the term loosely) the mail here on Saturday and hire someone who actually wants to work.

I mean...what the fuck, man?
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Feeling lazy this morning, I hit up Wendy's for breakfast. Don't know about the States, but up here in Canada they have recently changed their sizes. Oddly, they made them bigger. So a small now is what used to be their medium. Fine, no problem.

What I didn't know, though, was that if you order a value meal and they ask "would you like that in small, medium, or large?", answering "small" will automatically upsize from their current "value" size.

Apparently it's their policy to just do silent upsizing. I got the difference refunded, cause I'm neither shy nor afraid of confrontation when I'm slighted, but seriously. What the hell kinda policy is that? Would it be hard to say "would you like to upsize to a small, medium, or large?" and avoid confusion?

This'll teach me to eyeball the "with tax" price of whatever I'm ordering before I order, so I can catch something like this before I pay next time.

WTF Gas Station Service.

I swung by my local gas station to fill up my car and buy smokes. The gas station is 24 hours and so is their little mini-mart snack stop whatever thing. I walked up to the door, and it was locked but the employee was standing there sweeping (it was around 3am). He looked up at me and kept sweeping. I knocked again and he continued sweeping and didn't open the door. I tried one more time, knocked and said "I'd like to buy American Spirit Lights" and nothing. Still sweeping. I gave up and went back to my car and waited for my gas to finish pumping. I saw the guy look at me through the windows and basically watch me stand there waiting for the gas to finish pumping. As I was finishing up and getting into my car I saw the guy open the door for some guy who had just walked up.

Seriously, WTF?
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TERRIBLE service from a Cultural Center

Background: I run a nerdy event every year that involves a bunch of people in costumes having a picnic. This year, I decided to have a dance, because people have been asking for one for awhile now and it seemed that I had enough money to do so. I contacted a number of local convention centers and hotels and finally settled on a local cultural centre, on March 21st. I described my event and the dance, and they gave me a rate. On Monday, May 25th, I e-mailed again to make sure we were still good for May 30th, and received a confirmation, saying that someone would meet me outside the doors at 7 PM.

And on to where this becomes a b_s. This is mostly crossposted from my personal journal.

No one was there at 7 o'clock to unlock the door upstairs to the room, as was agreed upon. Our DJ was there with the music equipment and I had security ready to go and everything. All of the attendees were lined up outside the door. At around 7:30, we started getting a little impatient. The front door was unlocked, so the DJ started bringing the music equipment in. Suddenly, a man appeared and told us we couldn't bring that in there. We protested that we had booked the room for the night, and his reply was: "No you didn't. There's no event for tonight."

We spent nearly a half an hour arguing with this guy, to the point where I actually ran to get my laptop to prove that we were in contact with the director of the establishment. The guy who told us there was no event said that they've been trying to get ahold of me for "weeks" (which is funny because the most recent e-mail was sent on Monday, and I never gave a contact phone number so there was no way ANYONE was trying to contact me). I showed him the e-mails, and he said that it wasn't his problem. He said that in order to get the doors unlocked, he had to work tonight, and he didn't WANT to work tonight.

So we had to inform all attendees, most of whom had paid IN ADVANCE for their dance tickets, that there was apparently no dance tonight. The guy was telling us that we ALL (roughly 40 of us with no real place to go) had to leave the premises and I didn't know what to do. One of my security team went and talked to the guy again about liability issues. She said to him "You know you just put a big group of minors out on the street, right? Their parents think they're going to all be in a building supervised by adults, and now they won't be. What if one of them gets hit by a car because they're all out on the street when they're supposed to be inside?" Again, he replied "That isn't my problem".

I've already sent a very lengthy e-mail to the director (who I was in contact with) about how shocked and angry I was by our treatment, and I also left a message on his answering machine. I'm writing a letter to the editor of the local newspaper as well, and one of my co-workers, who is very in on the local scene, is spreading the word as well. No one can believe how we were treated.

ETA: I just received this e-mail from the director. I've altered names and removed phone numbers. Everything else is as it was when I received it.

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(Re: his grammar, I live in a bilingual city so French is his first language)

So, in other words, the man who told us to leave and said he didn't want to work was told BY HIS BOSS to unlock the doors for us. WOW.