(Planet Me)
Thursday, April 27, 2006
 
the dying art of correspondence..


1...."Finally, may I take this opportunity to inform S**T****** that your ability to provide a service during times of peak demand is verging on incompetent : surely you can hire extra servers to cope with a large number of page impressions from your customers? What else are your customers paying you for in terms of service charges, if it isn’t for you providing a service? I certainly didn’t get anything even near a satisfactory service from you on this occasion."

2....."If the re-direction service only applies to ‘normal’ mail and not Special Delivery Items, why is this? Are there not procedures in place to ensure Special Delivery Items are re-directed? If not, why not? Why do the postmen not check the signature to ensure that the items are actually delivered to the person they are posted to? Why else would someone pay for Special Delivery? And what policies are there in place for multiple occupancy destinations of delivery, such as blocks of flats and workplaces? "

Bring it on. etc.


Comments:
Ticket vendors are all cunts. They fleece you and do fuck all.

Why pay postage and a handling fee for when you order tickets on line, they're printed folded and stuck in envelopes automatically by machine. Where's the 'handling'?

One of the reasons I rarely go to gigs.
 
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