Customer Service

I was just ushered out of Fazio’s Automotive, a four-year customer who has dropped several thousand dollars there and has always been treated well and fairly, in my estimation. The new desk man (turns out to be the boss’ son) yelled at me and told me the guy who helped me fix our cars, very well I might add for nearly four years, told him I was a real pain in the behind (no, he didn’t use that word). New guy is in the dictionary now for Bad Customer Service. He practically kissed the guy next to me and called him by his first name and thanked him for his business then told Luis, who was writing up my paperwork and we got along just fine until I found out they doubled all the prices from last year, to get lost. I just asked why. Luis had last year’s bill in front of him, $80 vs. $160.00

I first stopped by last Thursday morning en route from the grocery store to secure an appointment. New desk guy/owner said he may have something Tuesday but I’d have to call back in the afternoon, another day. He was rude even then. They’re closed weekends so there was only Friday and Monday for scheduling and they do have computers so I left thinking it was not a big deal, just strange and rude.

After I asked about doubling the price, the owner’s son sent Luis to the garage and said he’d take care of this. He yelled at me, asking if I wanted the service done. I said yes and had signed the paperwork and had my keys on the counter. He called Luis and said that she gets no service. Get her out of here! My registration and paperwork from last time was on the counter and I asked kindly for it back. He yelled at Luis to give it back. Poor Luis was almost shaking when he ushered me out with my registration and paperwork in hand. It was as I crossed the parking lot to my car that he yelled that the former desk guy didn’t like me either.

We’ve spent thousands of dollars there over the years. Kevin, the past desk guy, and I worked for weeks trying to find the oil leak in my husband’s car. I’d drop it off at his request, pick it up, drive it however far he wanted me to go, and take it to our garage on weekends when they were closed. I can’t believe on his way to hopefully greener pastures he would go out of his way to call me troublesome as he was always so helpful and usually I just had to come in, get the keys and give him a credit card. Oh, the guy the new owner was sucking up to had no working credit cards. Go figure.

I asked early this morning if I should send my husband in to make things easier for him, because I saw how nice he was to the guy next to me, calling him by first name and thanking him for using Fazio’s. He accused me of threatening him. I could see with my own eyes and ears that he likes working with men and despises women. Goodbye local mechanic. Goodbye Kevin. If you read this let me know where you are and I’ll come to see you from now on. This has become a dictatorship and local folks will hear about it. In my decades on earth, I have never been treated so rudely and denied service after I even agreed to doubling the charge. I can’t pretend to really know what’s under the hood, but know what my car needs and when, how to buy a new one and when I’m being hoodwinked. As of now their bad reviews for service, maintenance, repairs and customer service are stuff of legend. The only thing they have going for them is convenience.

If they want to lose all their customers, especially female, they’re well on the way to doing so. The King of Fazio land, a corner on a commercial street in Student-ville doesn’t know that I know many neighbors and dog owners I talk to every day. I believe he made a mistake yelling at me and refusing me service. He’ll find out once the rumor mill begins and there’s a big one here. Dee

Sunrise

It comes early, shades down, not photo-worthy this morning. At 5:30 the dog didn’t even want to go out.

I put Zoe back on the bed and will join her in a minute. I love mornings. My husband would rather stay up to work late into the night.

Guess who’s schedule I’m on? Wrong. The dog’s schedule is mine forever. Carpe diem. Dee

NYC Has a Few Clouds

This means my husband’s plane home has a 200 minute delay and growing. Where I grew up (not NYC) a few clouds didn’t change the nation’s air traffic pattern. Where my husband’s family owned a dairy in Texas no weather ever stopped them milking cows when he was a kid.

My husband has a days’ worth of meetings and an entire day’s worth of delays, not flight time, delays. This is irresponsible for the airports, airlines, TSA and everyone at port authorities who make big money because they’re quasi-governmental agencies and do not have to report salaries or bonuses to we, the people, who pay them.

We pay a lot of taxes. We expect the FAA and regulated agencies to perform when a person buys a ticket on any type of public transportation. We expect that when there is a meeting in another state, some form of public transportation (usually a plane) will be available to get to said meeting. Not eight hours of delays for eight hours work.

It may stretch to more hours and my husband will have to stay overnight in another city and not at home with family. He’s supposed to get in at nine tonight but now it’s nearing 1 a.m. because of a few clouds. Get over it. I know you’re flying and doing the more “important” routes before you let my husband board a plane. You’ve probably said the plane had a technical malfunction and will keep people there for hours, you already cancelled two planes for this destination and those folks will go first and the airport hotels will fill up and my husband will have to sleep at the airport. Shame on the FAA, airlines, airports. And the TSA.

Not so cheerily, Dee

Preservation

A letter to the National Trust for Historic Preservation:

The Star-Spangled Banner is sung at every game in the nation, yet Fort McHenry was deemed unsavable due to a transportation overpass, then saved because Francis Scott Key penned our National Anthem during war. Our National Trust for Historic Preservation is helping historic structures such as Fort McHenry and others including the Amphitheater at Chautauqua Institution, an institution that had FDR’s I Hate War speech at the Miller Cottage, Presidents and world leaders, artists, dancers, musicians play “The Amp.” They did critique the paint and one said “save me, paint me” and did a musical bet over weeks to figure out whether James Galway’s flute would beat a trumpet, then a tuba in the one-minute Flight of the Bumblebees. Galway laid down the gauntlet. I do not know who won but it was a fight for the historic Amphitheater that goes on today.

Please protect Section 4(f) in the Transportation Bill. Your leadership will allow us to save natural and man-made resources that are our nation’s history.

Europe keeps things for millenia, centuries and make things work without building roads through or over them. Think about it. We think 100 years is old and tear down beautiful homes and libraries and think new is better. We have a history as Americans and have a duty to keep our history alive. What’s better than taking a tour with in-laws through the Adirondacks to visit Revolutionary War sites? Remembering Haym Solomon Day in New York, I helped pass that without knowing the family but he helped bankroll our country against the Brits. Please vote for your family’s history, and ours. Respectfully, Dee

Airlines

My husband had a 90-minute flight Monday morning. They texted him. They texted me separately 8 times between 11:30 at night and 4:30 this morning when I got up and turned off the ringer.

It was delayed, cancelled, reinstated, then delayed again and again. He finally left 2 1/2 hours after his departure time and then at his destination, they were kept on the tarmac for over an hour. Supposedly on an “active runway” they could not unbuckle seat belts, use the lavatory or even get a glass of water.

This is not acceptable. My husband has a full day of meetings today, underwent a time change and this kind of stress is perpetrated on the public who pay good money to take a plane to a destination. First they have TSA, and 95% of their agents don’t know their buttocks from their elbows. Yes, that was on the news just last week.

Then we must deal with airlines and the FAA. Hello, Greyhound? Do you have a bus to Atlanta next week? Hello, AMTRAK, goodbye as you’ve no service whatsoever as we were 14 hours late for Thanksgiving a couple of years ago.

We now drive most places but this wasn’t an option for my husband for this trip. Let’s hope he gets home safe tomorrow night. Wishing it so, Dee

Sorry

We were unable to have kids. We love them and just had two over last night with Grandma to make an anniversary dessert for their parents.

They did so well, I think next time the kids visit I’ll do Pizza Night. That’s always a hit. Italian OO flour, great cheese and about 17 toppings to choose from. I proof their dough first and make all the toppings, then have them learn to make 1/2 batch of dough for us for later on. It’s a great learning experience.

It is a  wonderful “class” for me as well to see what the kids like and do not like. Anchovies, caramelized onions, roasted tomatoes, roasted butternut squash, and the cheeses. Gorgonzola Dolce, great Mozarella. Goat cheese. Sauteed spinach. Artichokes.

My dear Aunt L taught me to taste and ask questions later. I’m taking a bit of a different path allowing kids to follow their taste buds and branch out. A while ago we hosted two kids, age two and six. The six year-old boy wanted simple cheese pizza. The younger girl wanted to taste everything and made great choices. I love her bravada.

The neighbor’s grandkids, C and A, love our dog Zoe. When they visit they actually stand in front of our door whispering her name. Of course her little ears hear it and she runs to the door to announce visitors, vociferously.

We love kids. I hope their parents appreciate the anniversary gift they made. I know the grands do. Thanks, K! Hope they got to bed on time. Dee

Multi-Tasking

Not the usual kind. I’m used to it at work, at home, in the kitchen et al. This was more fun.

Our neighbor’s grandkids came over to make parfaits with graham crackers, vanilla yogurt, blueberries and raspberries. We’re keeping with the patriotic theme.

They made two cups for themselves, two for their parents’ anniversary tomorrow, and two for Grandma and Grandpa. That’s helping three generations, multi-tasking.

They had quite an assembly line going on when Grandma came in to watch (yes, she was not allowed to work but sat on the other side of the counter).

I’m so happy to do things for folks around here and believe that if more did so it would be a community rather than just a place to live. I know many people and our dog makes it easy to do so.

Hey, if you’re single ask to rent a dog. A cute and friendly one. Like bees to honey, the guy will ask you out and women, forget it. The cute guy pets Fido and is over the moon for you. Then you can tell him you rented the dog for a date.

Multi-tasking. See. I just got a good business opportunity out of this! Cheers, Dee

USA, Japan and the UK

What can I say? We need to get some lunch, and more stuff for our young friends to prepare dessert for their parents’ anniversary and for Grandma and Grandpa.

Thank you for reading. This blog has been a labor of love for several years and I know everyone wants to tweet or do other quick things.

I went from personalized cards, letters written on a vintage 1957 Smith-Corona electric typewriter to a 286, 386, 486 and now an old MacBook with cordless keyboard and 24″ screen. I never un-dock.

The computer I use is at least 8 years old. My husband has installed more memory and I’ve a new battery. My iPhone is just as old and I just have to keep it plugged in most of the time.

Thanks for reading. Please share your stories. They must be way more interesting than mine. Dee

ps Where’s Brazil? Are you OK?

Dads and Balance

I haven’t been doing that well on balance over the past week but over a lifetime it makes a difference. I do better on the beam than I do on pavement.

Dad is always the optimist, the glass half-full guy. He always told me I could do anything I wanted to do, from president, astronaut, whatever I could imagine.

As we age I always want the best for him and my husband and our extended family.

Please don’t make this a “Hallmark card” day, I just want to thank Dad, my husband and many others for making life, love and balance a part of my life. Thanks so much, reader, for knowing that fathers can make a difference. Dee

The NedCil

I had a temp job at the Department of Education right after college. It was a six-week gig so I could find better employment.

What was I doing? Correcting applications for college scholarships. Name in boxes, address. These people couldn’t spell their names or fill in boxes so I had to do it for them. It was a ridiculous exercise for a $200/yr scholarship.

The effort allowed me to go to the state capitol to look for work. It was highly controlled. We were not allowed to use pens, only pencils. Ned controlled the pencils. Each one had “Ned” taped on it.

One day I had an interview with the speaker’s staff across the street and asked to take my breaks and lunch time to do so. No. Absolutely not.

Fifteen minutes before my interview I quit, left the building and never looked back. I got the job as an analyst and my life was changed. Today, my husband likes this story so much he calls my automated non-labeled pencils Ned-cils. Enjoy your weekend! Dee