Half eaten poutine
in the street; that’s okay, the
seagulls will eat it
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The misadventures of a misanthropic redhead as she stumbles through the mishaps of life.
Half eaten poutine
in the street; that’s okay, the
seagulls will eat it
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So, some of you may have seen my post from a couple of days ago regarding my recent fiasco with Budget Rent A Car. Basically, I copied and pasted a letter I'd sent to Budget BC's general inbox after trying in vain to get a hold of a helpful human on the phone for two days straight. I was not a happy camper. I've said it before and I'll say it again: hell hath no fury like a redhead scorned. If you should keep your friends close and your enemies closer, to be on the safe side you should probably be perpetually hugging me or something. But that'd piss me off too. I digress.
I posted this letter to my Posterous, which autoposts to my Facebook, Twitter, LiveJournal, and two other blogs that I author. After I was done I went in to my Twitter account and tagged my post to both Budget Rent A Car's main Twitter account and to Budget BC's. In no time, I had a reply from Ashley at Budget/Avis asking me to follow her so she could direct message me. I did. And she did. As it turns out, Ashley is Budget/Avis's Social Media Specialist, and frankly, she was the ONLY person I dealt with during this whole debacle who was actually capable of getting anything done. I can't thank Ashley enough for the time she's put in on this. If all of Budget's staff were as conscientious, they'd be a hell of a force to reckon with.
The result? I was provided with everything I asked for in my letter. The only thing I was charged for was the base cost to fix the damages - no towing, no storage, and they waived all admin fees. Essentially, $360 turned into $160. THAT I can deal with. I mean, I still think it's a little stupid since the damage was one of those wear and tear things that just happen. However, I appreciate saving $200 on stupid. Do you know how much wine I can buy with $200?
As for specifically the Vancouver Downtown Budget location, if you ever have the poor judgement to rent from them, don't expect anything even close to a semblance of adequate customer service. Having worked in retail for 7 years prior to my life's turn to high-tech corporate wheelings and dealings, I know good customer service when I see it. My service at Van Downtown was NOT it. Seems it wasn't it for a lot of other people as well. If you don't learn anything from my mistakes, pray that you end up with Ashley in your court.
Now that all is said and done, I have this to say. Will I rent from Budget again? No. Will I recommend Budget to any of my acquaintances or associates? Not likely. Am I pleased with the outcome? Substantially more than I was. Will I hope that the Downtown location learns a thing or two about customer relations because of this? Heck yes. There's always got to be a silver lining, right?
Thanks again, Ashley. You rock.
Robynn
p.s. I can't find a picture suitable for this post, so here's a nice picture from the trip we took the Budgetmobile on.
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How can you tell that happy ladytime funweek is about to start? 2 ways.
1. I’ve got a ginormous zit on my chin
2. I’m listening to the radio and Danny’s Song by Anne Murray is like THE BEST SONG EVER right now.
3. What the f&^% is wrong with me?!
4. Oh, and they’ve just followed up Danny’s Song with Lady by Styx and it’s awesome too
5. Evidently hormones make me stupid…
6. … Because 2 ways just turned into 6, some of which aren’t ways at all
7. See #5
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So, I left work today a little after 5.
I was walking down Davie…
(Totally not Vancouver Davie Street, but whatevs.)
…when I came across $20 lying in the street.
(Like this, but folded in half and on the ground.)
I was surprised.
(Like this, but less Donald O’Connor.)
I picked it up.
I held it above my head and said “hey, does this belong to anybody?”
The strangers at the bus stop looked dumbfounded.
(Exactly like this. But not in a church.)
I realized my question was kind of stupid, but sometimes I like helping. I’d like it if it way MY $20 and someone asked. I mean, how can you tell, though? “Can you please recite the serial number? I have to make sure it’s yours.” Anyhow.
I said to the random man who was walking in my general direction, “Looks like it’s my lucky day! I feel kind of guilty, though.”
(I’m TOTALLY this cute.)
“Well, if you’re gonna lose sleep I can take if off your hands…”
(Warning: may not actually be what random guy in the street looks like. May be how I pictured him in my head.)
“Not THAT guilty.”
(Less fuzzy, more clothes on. Same expression.)
And I promptly went to Shoppers Drug Mart and spent the $20 on much-needed cold medication.
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