His administrative assistant probably screens his email though.
Bingo. Except I did first name instead of initial. I did not get a bounceback.
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Look, straight up, those fat cats at Payless have had it too easy for far too long, and it takes the rebellious, carefree spirit of heroes like ol' Grizzly Bignuts here to take the fight right to the top. And how's he supposed to march against the tyranny of Big Shoes without the comfortable activewear and ankle support at every day low prices you can only find at outlets like Payless Shoes?
Look, straight up, those fat cats at Payless have had it too easy for far too long, and it takes the rebellious, carefree spirit of heroes like ol' Grizzly Bignuts here to take the fight right to the top. And how's he supposed to march against the tyranny of Big Shoes without the comfortable activewear and ankle support at every day low prices you can only find at outlets like Payless Shoes?
The game is rigged, man.
Despite your sarcasm, the worst part is I knew the shit was overpriced and under-quality but I was just going to buy them anyway because my kid needed them.
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I am literally picturing one of those ads you get tucked into newspapers, if they still made newspapers, that has a headline that just says #OccupyBargains and thinking "Yeah, I can see that happening".
I mean...the CEO probably doesn't have time to read his emails, and moreover, he probably doesn't give a shit. That's not among his responsibilities. There's like 20 layers of management between the district manager and the CEO, probably. You should start at the bottom before escalating.
I'm not trying to tell you that you don't have cause to be upset, because you do. But come on. You're being a little dramatic. If you really really really need to care about it this much, just call the manager when you can and straighten things out, and if they've got the thumb up their ass too, then call the district manager. And then the regional manager. And so on until somebody listens.
The actual man pacing at the back of the store was the Barefoot Bandit, hoping to disguise himself from the authorities by donning footwear but ending up hopelessly confused by the myriad selection.
I am literally picturing one of those ads you get tucked into newspapers, if they still made newspapers, that has a headline that just says #OccupyBargains and thinking "Yeah, I can see that happening".
They still make newspapers, but now we call them hobo blankets.
Welcome to the new normal.
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You're sort of writing an email to Mr McDonalds because you had a shitty burger.
You'll have better luck finding their regional office, or calling a customer support line and having them connect you to a complaints line. A CEO might read it and then pass the buck on to some other poor schlub, but more likely he'll never see it and it's probably owned by some mega huge company that owns a couple hundred brands anyway.
Or you could just set fire to things, like a school or something, and blame it on shoes. That's a sound tactic that always works for me when I'm upset.
One time, my dad took me to go see Apollo 13, and his friend drove us there. In a convertible. They wore jeans and casual shirts, I wore thin shorts and a T-shirt. I was freezing. I ended up huddling in the back seat, covered in newspaper. I was warm in that newspaper.
While in the movie theater I was too scared for Tom Hanks' life to care about being cold, and also the cruel injustice of forcing Lt. Dan to sit out the flight while they got Pvt. Hudson to take his place.
The moral of the story is that newspaper can actually save your life. Or Tom Hanks' life. Or maybe it was Ron Howard's career. I don't remember. It saved something.
I go for the old brick through the window. It's expensive to fix and can be a pain in the ass, especially if it's through the class door because they have to shut down the entrance for a time.
You're sort of writing an email to Mr McDonalds because you had a shitty burger.
You'll have better luck finding their regional office, or calling a customer support line and having them connect you to a complaints line. A CEO might read it and then pass the buck on to some other poor schlub, but more likely he'll never see it and it's probably owned by some mega huge company that owns a couple hundred brands anyway.
Or you could just set fire to things, like a school or something, and blame it on shoes. That's a sound tactic that always works for me when I'm upset.
Mr McDonald?
Its more like ranting to random people at the bus stop about your shitty hamburger, never bothering to remember that its not the local Route 20 but a greyhound and the collection of misfit humans huddled under the streetlamp will never see you, or anyone you ever know, ever again, and they couldn't be asked to give a fuck for all the gold in Bob Barker's teeth.
I mean...the CEO probably doesn't have time to read his emails, and moreover, he probably doesn't give a shit. That's not among his responsibilities. There's like 20 layers of management between the district manager and the CEO, probably. You should start at the bottom before escalating.
I'm not trying to tell you that you don't have cause to be upset, because you do. But come on. You're being a little dramatic. If you really really really need to care about it this much, just call the manager when you can and straighten things out, and if they've got the thumb up their ass too, then call the district manager. And then the regional manager. And so on until somebody listens.
But see, you've clearly stated the issue yourself. No one truly gives a fuck. So as long as I'm feeling displaced, I'm just going to throw my complaint everywhere and see what sticks.
The options I have now are a store manager who probably drools over the young girls anyway, and a customer support center trained to help with purchase problems.
I looked up the SM on LinkedIn. He certainly looks like someone who would diddle the babysitter, but I'm not gonna call the police to report a molester.
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His administrative assistant probably screens his email though.
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And calling the cops on me wasn't a bit much?
I'm under the impression here that any local complaint will not result in satisfaction. As stated I spent many years in retail.
I'm sure my email will go ignored anyway even if I guessed correctly.
Bingo. Except I did first name instead of initial. I did not get a bounceback.
The game is rigged, man.
Satans..... hints.....
Despite your sarcasm, the worst part is I knew the shit was overpriced and under-quality but I was just going to buy them anyway because my kid needed them.
Why didn't you just pay less?
It's right there in the name man.
Satans..... hints.....
Satans..... hints.....
I am literally picturing one of those ads you get tucked into newspapers, if they still made newspapers, that has a headline that just says #OccupyBargains and thinking "Yeah, I can see that happening".
I'm not trying to tell you that you don't have cause to be upset, because you do. But come on. You're being a little dramatic. If you really really really need to care about it this much, just call the manager when you can and straighten things out, and if they've got the thumb up their ass too, then call the district manager. And then the regional manager. And so on until somebody listens.
Welcome to the new normal.
You'll have better luck finding their regional office, or calling a customer support line and having them connect you to a complaints line. A CEO might read it and then pass the buck on to some other poor schlub, but more likely he'll never see it and it's probably owned by some mega huge company that owns a couple hundred brands anyway.
Or you could just set fire to things, like a school or something, and blame it on shoes. That's a sound tactic that always works for me when I'm upset.
While in the movie theater I was too scared for Tom Hanks' life to care about being cold, and also the cruel injustice of forcing Lt. Dan to sit out the flight while they got Pvt. Hudson to take his place.
The moral of the story is that newspaper can actually save your life. Or Tom Hanks' life. Or maybe it was Ron Howard's career. I don't remember. It saved something.
Its more like ranting to random people at the bus stop about your shitty hamburger, never bothering to remember that its not the local Route 20 but a greyhound and the collection of misfit humans huddled under the streetlamp will never see you, or anyone you ever know, ever again, and they couldn't be asked to give a fuck for all the gold in Bob Barker's teeth.
It's more like writing an email to Mr. McDonalds because they kicked him out with the police.
If I had a nickel for every time that happened to me...
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But see, you've clearly stated the issue yourself. No one truly gives a fuck. So as long as I'm feeling displaced, I'm just going to throw my complaint everywhere and see what sticks.
The options I have now are a store manager who probably drools over the young girls anyway, and a customer support center trained to help with purchase problems.
I looked up the SM on LinkedIn. He certainly looks like someone who would diddle the babysitter, but I'm not gonna call the police to report a molester.
I'd like to give him a piece of my mind
If I had a nickel for everytime I didn't get my nickel...
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