I've worked in customer service. I get it. I've been screamed at because the kitchen couldn't cook a steak well-done enough. I've been stiffed on a tip by soccer moms who don't think it's necessary to tip the girl stuck cleaning up after their hooligans. I've had very large women try and convince me that they didn't wear the underwear they are trying to return. I've been there. I know it's a shitty, thankless job. I also know that people don't deserve to be strung along, lied to, and hung up on because of a mistake that was COMPLETELY not a fault of their own.
Last week our dryer went out. It was old, and came with the house when we bought it, so we decided we should just go ahead and buy one of super awesome extra large capacity ones. One that dries a comforter in 3 minutes. One that flies. We opted to go to the Sears Appliance Outlet, biggest mistake ever, and it seemed like we were getting a really good deal. Yeah. We got it home and plugged it in and the damn thing didn't work. It turned on, it spun, but it didn't put out any heat, which is, ya know, essential, for a dryer. So we called the repair department. Their BRILLIANT advice was to make sure the circuit didn't break. Seriously? Do you think we are THAT stupid? The dryer is running you dipshit, of course the circuit didn't break! The only other option was to have a tech come out to the house which was going to take a week. So Charming Husband called the store, and ended up going in and talking to them. They immediately offered to replace it with a brand new one, still in the box. That alone makes me a little suspicious that they knew they were selling us a faulty dryer, but whatever, they were trying to make it right. They told us the brand new one would be delivered on Saturday. Done and done, right? Not so much.
I received at least 3 phone calls from an automated system telling me I would get a call Friday night (the night before delivery) with the time of our appointment. Sure enough, they called and said they would be at my house between 9:30 and 11:30 am. If you all remember, by this point I was in KS with my family and Charming Husband was at home, anxiously awaiting the arrival of our brand-new dryer so that he could finish the
I called the next day out of sheer morbid curiosity. And that, my friends, is when I lost it. The man on the other end of the line who barely spoke English told me, "Thursday. Your dryer will be delivered Thursday." The fuck.it.will. I demanded to speak to a manager. Here were my exact words: "What do you mean Thursday? Why isn't going to be delivered tomorrow?" and he said, and get this, "There will not be inventory available until Thursday" "What do you mean there is no inventory? What the fuck happened to the 'inventory" that was supposedly on a truck on its way to my house for 12 hours yesterday? Why was I told 7 different times that the dryer was on its way to my house when you didn't even have the inventory, let alone have it on a truck for delivery? Get me a manager. I am done talking to you. I want to speak to a manager, now!" Again, hold hold hold hold...click. OH NO HE DID NOT. The next woman I spoke to was actually an American, or at least she sounded dumb enough to be from the deep deep south, and I'd be willing to bet she wished she hadn't answered my phone call. "Are you a manager?" "No, let me get your information so that I can better serve you" "no, I'm not giving anyone else my information because I am tired of repeating myself. Get me a goddamn manager, and get one right fucking now" "Ma'am I am going to have to hang up the phone if you continue to use that language" "well that's because you're a fucking dipshit. Get me a fucking manager" "I have to put you on hold to do that" "I HAVE BEEN ON FUCKING HOLD FOR 12 FUCKING HOURS!! I DON"T WANT TO BE ON HOLD I WANT A FUCKING MANAGER" Hold music. While on hold I said to my sister, "Stupid fucking white trash, that's what you get for being 60 and still working at Sears" Click. Ok, I might have deserved that one. At least that bitch never had my name and address.
I called and canceled the order for the dryer. I received 3 more phone calls from Sears in which they verified the new delivery date, verified my cancellation, verified that I was getting my refund, and every all ended with, "thank you, we appreciate your business". Yeah, I'm pretty sure I am done doing business with you. We bought a dryer somewhere else. We installed it tonight. It isn't super fancy, it doesn't dry a comforter in 3 minutes, and it doesn't fly. It does however heat up, and it is in my laundry room. I've had it for an hour and it already beats the stupid phantom dryer that Sear's was supposedly delivering.
I tweeted about how awful Sears was, and they responded with an email address and asked me to tell them my story. You can bet your ass I am going to do that, although I'm thinking I'll censor it first. In the mean time, I want everyone to hear my story. I want everyone to avoid the pain I endured. I want everyone to tell Sear's how unacceptable their customer service is. If you want to help me get the word out, pass this along. Has anyone else had a similar experience? If so, please share!