Breaking up
No, not me, my car. She has been making odd noises when I brake so I took her to my not so friendly Central Tyre (oh for a Kwik Fit). My front brake pads are down to the metal (grim look) and my rear bearing has 'gone'. They will have to order in the pads, but can't touch the bearing in case it all falls apart? Mrs Simple here asked if I could book it in for the brake pads tomorrow as I'm off to Oxford this afternoon. I was made to feel that a journey to Oxford would be as fraught with danger as the shuttle re-entry, and probably more likely to lead to disaster, 'Your brakes won't make it to Oxford'. 'Do it then, but I do need my car by 1pm'. This is apparently a difficult thing to arrange because the delivery guy may 'forget' to drop off my new pads. Why are things so b****y difficult? I'm a customer, paying for a service, but a delivery man may forget to drop off something. I can just imagine if I said to one of my ladies that I may forget to visit her, all hell would let loose, phone calls would be made to managers, I would be hauled over the coals, and back again, and the suggestion would be put, quite forcibly, that I was not up to the job. Why do they employ someone who is obviouly in the habit of forgetting to deliver the essentials for their job? Also, (now I'm on a roll) why am made to feel that I should be grateful to them for doing a job they are being paid for?
Get Craig out of the house.
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(8.8.05 13:13) Yeah, I often feel too grateful to a shop assistant, for instance, for being nice and doing their job. This is what they should do! What if I told my students "oh, I havenīt had time to plan your classes" or "Iīm so sorry, I left your handouts behind, letīs do nothing"...erm... Wasnīt that your new car? Anyway, good week, Midwifemuse! |