I’m a letter writer and I usually get a response. I keep a file labeled “grouch” for these letters.
Last Sunday, a City truck was parked at my neighbor’s house. When I went to ask what was going on the City employee was really rude to me.
I wrote a letter to the City complaining about the employee’s conduct and asking some questions about what was going on. Around 3:00 yesterday afternoon, I got a phone call from the Parks and Recreation Director saying he had just received my letter. He answered some of my questions, apologized on behalf of the City, and promised a written response to my letter as I had requested. In addition, I got a promise that the employee would apologize as well, as soon the director had a chance to talk to him.
Anyway, I was feeling pretty good about myself yesterday afternoon.
About 5:30 yesterday evening, someone knocked on my door. I went to answer it and it was the City employee. “Oh, crap!” I say out loud before I opened the door.
The employee introduced himself and said he was the guy I had talked to last Sunday. He said he wanted to apologize for the way he acted. He said they hadn’t told him to come over, he just felt really bad and wanted to aplogize to me in person. He told me he didn’t know how to answer my questions last weekend, he has only been working for the City for 3 months and he is really not used to all the people who keep asking him what he is doing. He is the new mower and park maintenance guy. He was on lunch and was driving the City rig home, which he’s not supposed to do. He lives in my neighborhood; I can see his deck from my backyard. He sees me walking my dogs all the time, he has Goldens too. He’s really sorry for the way he acted. Then neighbor guy called him because somehow he got his name and he’s always asking him for favors and he just doesn’t know what to do about that, but that old man is moving away so that problem is solved anyway. He said he’d be sending me an apology too, like they told him to.
Mr.stretch reminds me that anyone can be nice if they think it’s in his/her best interest. But this guy seemed so sincere in his apology and he seemed scared shitless that he might get in even more trouble. He learned a valuable lesson—don’t think that you won’t be noticed, watch the way you behave around the taxpayers, and be as nice as you can in case this is the time you’re dealing with the person who will follow up.
Anyway, I was feeling a little less good about myself yesterday evening.
PS: Lest you think I only complain: I also keep thank you cards on hand to give to people who deserve them—the pharmacy clerks, customer service reps at the insurance company, dentist office billing staff, etc. I believe in written feedback, as well as telling people what I think, both good and bad.