OK, granted, I’m only having this urge because I’m twirly and pissed right now, and really, this is only one Margarita on the Drink to Forget scale. In fact, it makes a pretty lame rant, so I’m not even putting it in the Pit.
But I still have to share.
So I’m leaving town tonight, on my way to L.A. to visit a friend. I purchased a gift to bring to said friend, and took it to Things Remembered (henceforth TR) in my local mall to have it engraved. My plan was to pick it up sometime during my work day today, because I’m headed out of town as soon as I get off work (I still have to pick up my dogs at home, but my luggage–and theirs–is already in the trunk of the car).
Well.
This morning I showed up at the mall at 10 am, ready to pick up my engraved goodies at TR.
Hmmmm. TR wasn’t open. OK, so I was about 10 minutes early, and none of the stores were open, but all of the other stores at least had lights on and people inside. TR was dark and empty.
When the other stores opened, I did some shopping and went back to TR at around 10:30. Still unpopulated, except for now there was a man on the outside, peering into the darkness for signs of life.
We conferred a bit–he was there to pick up an engraved item, too–but neither of us had any information about when the store opened or what was up.
At that point, I’d been away from work (which was all the way across town) WAYYY too long, so I left, with the idea that I’d have to come back later in the day.
So I returned to my office and spent the rest of the morning calling TR and experiencing my panic anew as each time the phone rang and rang and rang and rang and rang . . .
Finally, at around 1 pm, I called the main office of the mall itself to see what was going on–I needed my engraving STAT!!! Plus, I was on my way out to a 1:30 meeting, and thought that I could head to the mall afterwards, while I was still out of the office, because I figured once I went back in, I’d never get out again.
(We have a tiny staff, and as many of you know, we’re–ahem–short one employee now, so opportunities to leave the office are few and far between; as soon as one person gets back to man (or woman) the ship, the one person who’s in the office goes flying out the door, late for an appointment because s/he had to wait for someone to come back before s/he could leave. I mean, it’s gotten to the point that when you need to leave, you just mumble something and run, before anyone can say, “Wait! Don’t leave! I’ve got a meeting in half an hour!”)
The nice lady in the mall office seemed rather shocked to learn that TR was not open, and sent mall security guards to check it out (see, there’s the purpose of a security guard!) while I waited on the line. Finally, she came back on and said no, TR wasn’t open, but that she was going to get to the bottom of things and call me back on my cell phone.
Which she did.
About twenty minutes ago (which was about 3:30 p.m.).
And TR is finally open now (after Mall Management lady called in reinforcements from out of town).
But now I’m stuck in the office until the end of the day, because I’m the only one here.
So now I’m pissed. I’ll spare you the details, but with dogs to pick up at my house, a mother to hug at her house, and a mall that’s not really close to either of these locations, picking up that damn engraved item (and still managing to get out of town halfway on schedule)–in 5:00 traffic, no less–is going to be a logistical nightmare!
But I need it NOW so that I can give it to my friend when I get to L.A.
So yes, I know that this is all a big mistake, and that whoever is responsible for the cavernous scheduling glitch is deeply sorry, and that people make mistakes . . .
. . . but I want restitution, dammit, for my mood now if nothing else! :mad:
So tell me, guys and gals . . . what would you do/demand in this scenario? Anything, or would you just chalk it up to “Shit Happens” and have that Margarita?