What would you call it if you cooked Jewish cuisine with your mind? Tele-knishes!
Fido. What a bunch of morons.
I got a highly suspicious letter sent to me in the name of the person that I got my cell phone from, so I opened it.
Oh, get over yourselves. I opened it because there's no valid mail after 1.5 years that would be sent care of me, since anybody important would have had their records for her address adjusted by now.
So anyway, I opened it. Collections letter for unpaid cell phone stuff from many moons ago.
Now before I explain about dealing with them, read this old post about previous fun with Fido.
Now, when I took over the phone all of the balance was to come over to me. And it did. Sometimes twice. I've got the bills to prove it.
But apparently Fido is unable to do basic math, and they decided that something that was paid was not, in fact, paid, and they've decided to ding the previous owner.
So I called them up. They listened (odd that every time I call them up I get someone in Quebec. Is it really that much cheaper to have a call centre there?) told me my balance was x, and what was the problem?
Not my balance, twits, this collections letter.
They said they couldn't do anything about it and I'd have to talk to the collection agency.
So I did. Big surprise, they can't do anything about it either, unless I pay it.
Fuckers.
Except that there's nothing owing - this is a screwup like the deposit thing found in the above referenced post. What a waste of skin these guys are.
Now, on to site stuff!
Thusday the bike patrol guys had a guard on from 1600-0000. He was from Punjab, and we talked about nothing except for which gurus we like best.
I'm into the first three, and maybe the fourth, but the rest are right out. And number eleven? Please - too susceptable to flame.
On Friday, they had a different guy still. And this guy was... worth having.
It was pouring rain and he didn't have an umbrella. So he went out in the rain. And I saw him from the upper floors when I looked out the window. He was checking every door of every building.
Even better, in a shocking twist, he caught somebody breaking in!
Yes, the guy was trying to pull out the lock cylinder with a pair of what sounded like channel locks. This guard backed off a few paces, told him to stop, and basically escorted the guy back to his car.
Which was great, because he didn't get his ass beat down by a guy with a tool and by escorting the guy to his car, he got the license and description, not to mention the description of the guy himself.
He came back to the lobby to write up his report (all calls were made too, locksmith, company, property manager), then since his jacket was soaking wet from the pouring rain, he draped it over a chair to dry and went back out in the rain!
For being a one day guard, this guy did pretty damn fine.
Yesterday there was another one-shot guard on. I said hi to him, and was regailed with his CV. On and on, and every third sentence he laughs and wants to shake hands.
A really nice guy, but he seems awfully desperate to talk about himself.
When DiceGimp showed up at 1800, he made the one-shot guy keep the phone that receives alarms and promptly vanished. Every alarm that came in he made the guy go and do (over the phone - he was nowhere to be found). One of them, however, he said he'd check. Half an hour goes by then he calls back the new guy and says that he doesn't have the number for the alarm company (untrue - I'm actually the one that programmed them into both of their phones months ago because they couldn't figure out how). Clearly this twit hadn't done shit.
Apparently one of their managers is coming to the site today to talk to Q-tip, who's fed up with his co-workers... well, there's no diminutive adjective I can use other than uselessness, so that's what I'm going with.
Hopefully DiceGimp will be gone.
And Palooka applied for a couple of different sites. If he gets one of them and moves on, does anybody want to lay odds on whether he keeps on calling me every damn night?
I got a highly suspicious letter sent to me in the name of the person that I got my cell phone from, so I opened it.
Oh, get over yourselves. I opened it because there's no valid mail after 1.5 years that would be sent care of me, since anybody important would have had their records for her address adjusted by now.
So anyway, I opened it. Collections letter for unpaid cell phone stuff from many moons ago.
Now before I explain about dealing with them, read this old post about previous fun with Fido.
Now, when I took over the phone all of the balance was to come over to me. And it did. Sometimes twice. I've got the bills to prove it.
But apparently Fido is unable to do basic math, and they decided that something that was paid was not, in fact, paid, and they've decided to ding the previous owner.
So I called them up. They listened (odd that every time I call them up I get someone in Quebec. Is it really that much cheaper to have a call centre there?) told me my balance was x, and what was the problem?
Not my balance, twits, this collections letter.
They said they couldn't do anything about it and I'd have to talk to the collection agency.
So I did. Big surprise, they can't do anything about it either, unless I pay it.
Fuckers.
Except that there's nothing owing - this is a screwup like the deposit thing found in the above referenced post. What a waste of skin these guys are.
Now, on to site stuff!
Thusday the bike patrol guys had a guard on from 1600-0000. He was from Punjab, and we talked about nothing except for which gurus we like best.
I'm into the first three, and maybe the fourth, but the rest are right out. And number eleven? Please - too susceptable to flame.
On Friday, they had a different guy still. And this guy was... worth having.
It was pouring rain and he didn't have an umbrella. So he went out in the rain. And I saw him from the upper floors when I looked out the window. He was checking every door of every building.
Even better, in a shocking twist, he caught somebody breaking in!
Yes, the guy was trying to pull out the lock cylinder with a pair of what sounded like channel locks. This guard backed off a few paces, told him to stop, and basically escorted the guy back to his car.
Which was great, because he didn't get his ass beat down by a guy with a tool and by escorting the guy to his car, he got the license and description, not to mention the description of the guy himself.
He came back to the lobby to write up his report (all calls were made too, locksmith, company, property manager), then since his jacket was soaking wet from the pouring rain, he draped it over a chair to dry and went back out in the rain!
For being a one day guard, this guy did pretty damn fine.
Yesterday there was another one-shot guard on. I said hi to him, and was regailed with his CV. On and on, and every third sentence he laughs and wants to shake hands.
A really nice guy, but he seems awfully desperate to talk about himself.
When DiceGimp showed up at 1800, he made the one-shot guy keep the phone that receives alarms and promptly vanished. Every alarm that came in he made the guy go and do (over the phone - he was nowhere to be found). One of them, however, he said he'd check. Half an hour goes by then he calls back the new guy and says that he doesn't have the number for the alarm company (untrue - I'm actually the one that programmed them into both of their phones months ago because they couldn't figure out how). Clearly this twit hadn't done shit.
Apparently one of their managers is coming to the site today to talk to Q-tip, who's fed up with his co-workers... well, there's no diminutive adjective I can use other than uselessness, so that's what I'm going with.
Hopefully DiceGimp will be gone.
And Palooka applied for a couple of different sites. If he gets one of them and moves on, does anybody want to lay odds on whether he keeps on calling me every damn night?
posted by Rimmy at 11:35
1 Comments:
All phone companies are the same. Some guy "accidentally" cut our phone line last week, and then we had to call and make 5 different appointments to get it reconnected, because each time the guy called ahead, and when we didn't pick up, he didn't come.
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