ikea rage
like lacey, the other nite i experienced severe rage with "the man". while lacey battled the dominick's "man"- i let my anger out on the ikea "woman". no not woman, stupid blond bitch who thought that because she wore a yellow ikea shirt she had power over me and could tell me what i could and could not do. stupid whore.
excuse me. i don't usually talk like that on my blog. let me take a moment to regain my composure.
alright now, where were we? let us set the stage - bedding section of the scandanavian wonderland that is ikea. we wandered through the aisles looking for the perfect comforter. nothing caught our eyes in the bed displays. but then we got to the rows of comforters hanging from the wall, several feet above our heads, and barely within reach. there was a lovely blue one hanging in the midst of them all - not too boyish, not too girlish, seemingly perfect. but you don't really know until you get to look at the whole thing, right? anyway, i looked around and found a saleswoman to "help" me.
me: "is there any way that we can take this down and look at it?"
sw: "well, it isn't on the floor, let's see if it's in the catalog."
she leads me over to the blond saleswoman.
sw: "is this comforter in the catalog?"
blond sw: "no"
me: "well, is there a way we can see it?"
blond sw: "well it's hanging right there" [said in the rudest voice imaginable]
me: "but there are two different tones, i was kind of hoping to see how it looked layed out. can we take the ladder and pull it off?" [take note that the ladder is sitting 2 feet away]
blond sw: "no."
me: "well how am i supposed to know if i want it if i can't even see it?"
blond sw: "what do you mean you can't see it? it's right there."
me: "so there is no way that we can take it down?"
blond sw: "no"
we walked away with me fuming and practicing breathing exercises. eventually we got a manager like person to get her to take it down for us. she complained as she did it that the only reason she didn't want to was that it was a pain to get back up. the whole operation took about 2 minutes. how lazy do you have to be that you can't take 2 minutes to stop standing there staring off into space and actually DO YOUR JOB??!?!?!?!?!?!
Comments
you know, it's always mystified me why unpersonable, unhelpful, or generally pissy people go into customer service at all. there are plenty of jobs that don't require human interaction. if you're not good at it, you don't have to do it. geez louise. i hate encounters like that and i'm sorry for you, meis.
Posted by: nas | April 27, 2005 05:09 PM
sounds to me like you need to get a grip - gee...sorry you were inconvenienced so much by this worker.
Posted by: anon | April 28, 2005 11:31 AM
wow. annoying. boo... and even sadder because i always have very pleasant customer service experiences there. ah well...
Posted by: delara | May 5, 2005 05:19 PM