Sunday, 21 February 2010

No wonder Brit business is dying.

A few weeks ago a chappy came to repair my heating timer,I wasn't in ,so he left a note saying contact the contractor to rebook the appointment,I duly rang them up and arranged for someone to visit and fix timer,I left a contact phone number and waited for said day.
Repairs day arrives,repair man arrives perfectly on time but brings a pump not a timer with him,he tells me he will come back next day with a timer.Next day I get a call from the contractor 'we can't make it today can we rebook?'
So rebook for ten days hence,which was Thursday just gone,chappie comes out and fits a new heating and hot water control except the hot water isn't connected to it...........says he will return 2pm Friday to fit some things called pipe stats,seems they will stop my pipes from boiling if I have a big hot fire.
Well 2pm comes and goes,I remember when trying to book an appointment for chappie to visit  being told they only work from 8.30 to 3.30ish   so at 3pm I ring the contractors office,polite girl on reception puts me through to 'relevant department' young lad takes my phone number and says he will call me back as the electrician is on the phone currently.........
At five thirty I give up and put my coat on to go and let a friends dog out while she is off babysitting grandchildren and who should knock on the door.........He tells me he would have rung to let me know what time but they didn't have a contact number.
The words piss up and brewery spring readily to mind.

2 comments:

grubby macmacintosh said...

and I gather it still doesn't work ?

say nothing me. Just grrrrrrrrrrrr

seasidegirl said...

They drive me nuts, they just assume you've got nothing better to do than hang about waiting for them to finally get their act together.

I hope you didn't make him tea ;-0