Please treat this as glibbly as it is intended.
We are about to move apartment, just four metres to the newly refurbished apartment below and I've been buying flat pack wardrobes, bookshelves, etc fitting out the new place. I go over to a big store in Lisbon (Ikea), choose a van load of furniture and have it delivered. Yesterday's delivery was a nightmare.
Two guys in a white van, one so large I thought he'd die coming up the stairs, and the other had clearly declared personal hygene a 'no go area'. I had to open all the windows once they'd gone.
Some of the packs were 45 kilos in weight, I know 'cos I'd pushed through the checkout and I had a nice new 10 Euro note in my pocket for the delivery guys, just to say thanks.
It didn't work out that way. The fat guy decided the best way to deliver was to drop a 35 kilo flat pack onto my new wood floor, this after his mate gouged a chunk out of a door frame. They didn't get their tip and the store got a heavy phone call, they've agreed to cover the cost of repairs.
Ok... it's not nice work but when you have trouble with words longer than one syllable you might have to accept you are going to struggle finding a decent job. And I'm sure the pay is lousy so you'd think a bit of savvy - be nice to the customer and get a tip - might be on hand.
Back to the store this morning to order more stuff. My thinking was to get this first lot assembled before the second lot arrived. I called in at the Manager to give him the photo he requested of the damaged door frame, he told me he'd taken an appropriate course of action.
I paid for my new stuff and rolled two laden trolleys down to the Transport section. Sorry, they told me, next delivery date is two weeks away. How's that possible, I ask, Thursday's order arrived Saturday. How has it suddenly stretched to two weeks.
The Manager sacked some of the delivery staff
Yes... it might be my own fault. And, Yes... tomorrow I have to hire a van and bring the stuff myself; and there is no need to point out I should have ordered it all on Thursday... the wife got there first.
I don't knw why we have the lower orders, they are about as much use as a giraffes' todger to a pikingese.
We are about to move apartment, just four metres to the newly refurbished apartment below and I've been buying flat pack wardrobes, bookshelves, etc fitting out the new place. I go over to a big store in Lisbon (Ikea), choose a van load of furniture and have it delivered. Yesterday's delivery was a nightmare.
Two guys in a white van, one so large I thought he'd die coming up the stairs, and the other had clearly declared personal hygene a 'no go area'. I had to open all the windows once they'd gone.
Some of the packs were 45 kilos in weight, I know 'cos I'd pushed through the checkout and I had a nice new 10 Euro note in my pocket for the delivery guys, just to say thanks.
It didn't work out that way. The fat guy decided the best way to deliver was to drop a 35 kilo flat pack onto my new wood floor, this after his mate gouged a chunk out of a door frame. They didn't get their tip and the store got a heavy phone call, they've agreed to cover the cost of repairs.
Ok... it's not nice work but when you have trouble with words longer than one syllable you might have to accept you are going to struggle finding a decent job. And I'm sure the pay is lousy so you'd think a bit of savvy - be nice to the customer and get a tip - might be on hand.
Back to the store this morning to order more stuff. My thinking was to get this first lot assembled before the second lot arrived. I called in at the Manager to give him the photo he requested of the damaged door frame, he told me he'd taken an appropriate course of action.
I paid for my new stuff and rolled two laden trolleys down to the Transport section. Sorry, they told me, next delivery date is two weeks away. How's that possible, I ask, Thursday's order arrived Saturday. How has it suddenly stretched to two weeks.
The Manager sacked some of the delivery staff
Yes... it might be my own fault. And, Yes... tomorrow I have to hire a van and bring the stuff myself; and there is no need to point out I should have ordered it all on Thursday... the wife got there first.
I don't knw why we have the lower orders, they are about as much use as a giraffes' todger to a pikingese.