How many frustrating encounters with professionals and corporations does it take to make a person devoted to living joyfully lose her cool?(footnote)
Starting in September 2017:
- A realtor who (it seems, as far as we can discern) uses my money to pay people who did not properly execute the work for which he paid them;
- Another realtor who (by all appearances and the determination of myself and my attorney, on facts as we were able to ascertain them) finds out about a fraudulent cloud on my house’s title three weeks before she discloses it to me, and then disclaims responsibility for assisting with it (and when I cry in exhaustion, fatigue and frustration, tells me I’m ‘not being nice’);
- The title company employee who (it seems) found the fraudulent cloud, did not timely advise me of it, and then disclaimed her responsibility in the matter;
- The bosses of the said realtor and said title company employee, who sighed their sorrow over their employees’ apparent failures but disavowed the ability to help;
- A car salesman who “mistakenly describes” a car’s features;
- A car salesman’s supervisor who botches the attempt to rectify the features about which his employee “mistakenly spoke”;
- An installer who incorrectly installs the equipment for which he was paid (by the car salesman’s supervisor, to rectify the car salesman’s “mistakes”);
- A cable/internet provider who promises service and sends the wrong technician who badmouths his co-workers and stomps off in a huff as though it’s the customer’s fault he’s been sent in error; and
- Ten call-center employees of said cable/internet provider, two online-chat-agents of said provider, three social media coordinators of said provider, and a half-dozen computer-generated voice-prompted call systems of said provide.
January 2018 —
I finally snapped and yelled at the very last human being at said cable/internet provider, who STILL did not do anything, then I got online and cancelled the cable/internet order in firmly typed all caps. I do not think the person on the other end could possibly have misunderstood my frustration. My rhetoric included no expletives but certainly got the point across.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
My name is Corinne, and I’m a recovering complainer. I last complained four hours ago.
(footnote) All circumstances described in this entry are my opinion of what happened. Names are withheld to protect both innocent and guilty, and to prevent anyone drawing any conclusion as to which is which. Everyone is entitled to his or her opinion about events. These opinions are mine. No defamation is meant. I am sure all these people believe themselves to be righteous and let them, I say. Let them feel as they wish.