If someone outside my life was devoted to follow me, I would say that I have "obsessive-compulsive complex books of complaint." Must be few places in Buenos Aires do not have my signature, ID number and telephone number registered in the "Conforming Customers."
It does nothing to provoke further attacks anger the abuse to which I submit vendors, manufacturers and public servants. The worst thing is that when endless revenge plan that would culminate with the authors of my misfortune seeking asylum in Cyprus, and with the passing of the hours I'm going to forget completely calming ... until the next anger.
The first recipients of my clutter were attending a 0800 Unilever. It all began with deceptive advertising. At that time I dreamed that my children go to school with spotless overalls, snow white, starched, a situation somewhat difficult to achieve in a school yard of land. By then, Skip swore that her soap for washing my wish. The cost of the was three times higher than that used ALA Matic, but at such promise, do not hesitate to make the investment and with immeasurable joy, began to wash the clothes. And to hang I realized I had lost money. I tried a second time with the same result. I was about to crash the package against the wall when I read: "Any suggestions? Call 0800-Unilever." I attended a very nice gentleman, friendly which ended two seconds to hear my screams: "You are all liars, that morondanga soap costs a fortune and is crap!". The gentleman asked me the address and the three days I arrived in the mail a box with a note of apology and several products of the company as compensation. However, I clarified that the television said, in small print at the speed of light, "test carried out after five washes."
Since that day I adopted the saying "Do not complain if he does not complain as a standard of living. Again
a lawsuit against the Municipality of Vicente López. It started on a Saturday morning, when my neighbor rang the doorbell of my house almost dawn. "Did you see what happened in your village?" He said. At that time I lived in a corner. What was the previous day trail, this was a well of 1.50 meters. There was a box underground cables entry which, for lack of maintenance, had collapsed. We immediately called the Civil Guard, Emergency Telecom and the City. No one came. We continue to insist until a week after two men arrived in town and determined that the problem was the phone company. The next day came the phone that determined that the sidewalks belonged to the municipality. 6 months I struggled with both, and no one took responsibility. Well in principle had a diameter of 1 square meter reached two and a half. Tired of so much silliness I stood before the Ombudsman with a chainsaw in one hand and a shotgun in another, plus the sum of paper cards and notes sent to both institutions. The man who held the position at that time was because of my appearance scared because I responded immediately and vowed to take over. Three weeks later I received a subpoena from the Court No. 3: "Citizen Ginger Melusina against Municipality of Vicente López" he said. Two days before the preliminary hearing a team of workers covered the well, and I put new tiles polished bronze doors.
The most resonant was the day I was Evita in the stairwell of Banco Provincia de Buenos Aires, giving a speech for my dear shirtless. (Mike, do you remember?) One hour forty-tailed to pay the expenses while employees smoked, joked among them, bought products by catalog, drinking coffee, but to serve customers or talk. A single teller for more than fifty people, who went to the bathroom every three minutes. People did exactly what we do all Argentines, we complain among ourselves, but no one had questions for the real culprits. Nobody but me, I have quilombera soul. The cries asked the bank manager, and when I managed to attract the attention I gave my speech, I pointed the finger at the employees who smoke (note: I smoke and smoke does not bother me, but if there is a policy prohibiting smoking in public places closed the first to be met are just them), I showed the lady devoted to choosing AVON nail polish, demanded that the msn desistalen computers so that instead of chatting, the banks do their job. People applauded me, but none, (Did you read it? None) accompanied me to sign the letter of complaint which asked the irrevocable resignation of the manager of maladministration. Still I have a copy signed by the accountant, with their fingerprints printed on sugar and eat it while reading a bill.
Today I fought with employees of Carrefour. Of every five products in the same category, three are priceless. Demand it the stock boy who sent me to the manager, who sent me to a supervisor, who sent me to ask the cashier. I sent them to the reputation that gave birth to all and asked for the complaints book. I took a copy and sent it to Consumer Affairs.
I decided not to buy more at the supermarket ... until I forget and come back. And again I find that the items do not have prices and ask the stock boy, manager, supervisor, the cashier ...
This morning I thought to start a campaign against Carrefour (and told them that I plan to endless revenge.) Now I'm falling into the account, surely, I called the store to apologize to me, what would well. But it always happens while I sleep the siesta.
I really do not know why I get into this mess free ...
It does nothing to provoke further attacks anger the abuse to which I submit vendors, manufacturers and public servants. The worst thing is that when endless revenge plan that would culminate with the authors of my misfortune seeking asylum in Cyprus, and with the passing of the hours I'm going to forget completely calming ... until the next anger.
The first recipients of my clutter were attending a 0800 Unilever. It all began with deceptive advertising. At that time I dreamed that my children go to school with spotless overalls, snow white, starched, a situation somewhat difficult to achieve in a school yard of land. By then, Skip swore that her soap for washing my wish. The cost of the was three times higher than that used ALA Matic, but at such promise, do not hesitate to make the investment and with immeasurable joy, began to wash the clothes. And to hang I realized I had lost money. I tried a second time with the same result. I was about to crash the package against the wall when I read: "Any suggestions? Call 0800-Unilever." I attended a very nice gentleman, friendly which ended two seconds to hear my screams: "You are all liars, that morondanga soap costs a fortune and is crap!". The gentleman asked me the address and the three days I arrived in the mail a box with a note of apology and several products of the company as compensation. However, I clarified that the television said, in small print at the speed of light, "test carried out after five washes."
Since that day I adopted the saying "Do not complain if he does not complain as a standard of living. Again
a lawsuit against the Municipality of Vicente López. It started on a Saturday morning, when my neighbor rang the doorbell of my house almost dawn. "Did you see what happened in your village?" He said. At that time I lived in a corner. What was the previous day trail, this was a well of 1.50 meters. There was a box underground cables entry which, for lack of maintenance, had collapsed. We immediately called the Civil Guard, Emergency Telecom and the City. No one came. We continue to insist until a week after two men arrived in town and determined that the problem was the phone company. The next day came the phone that determined that the sidewalks belonged to the municipality. 6 months I struggled with both, and no one took responsibility. Well in principle had a diameter of 1 square meter reached two and a half. Tired of so much silliness I stood before the Ombudsman with a chainsaw in one hand and a shotgun in another, plus the sum of paper cards and notes sent to both institutions. The man who held the position at that time was because of my appearance scared because I responded immediately and vowed to take over. Three weeks later I received a subpoena from the Court No. 3: "Citizen Ginger Melusina against Municipality of Vicente López" he said. Two days before the preliminary hearing a team of workers covered the well, and I put new tiles polished bronze doors.
The most resonant was the day I was Evita in the stairwell of Banco Provincia de Buenos Aires, giving a speech for my dear shirtless. (Mike, do you remember?) One hour forty-tailed to pay the expenses while employees smoked, joked among them, bought products by catalog, drinking coffee, but to serve customers or talk. A single teller for more than fifty people, who went to the bathroom every three minutes. People did exactly what we do all Argentines, we complain among ourselves, but no one had questions for the real culprits. Nobody but me, I have quilombera soul. The cries asked the bank manager, and when I managed to attract the attention I gave my speech, I pointed the finger at the employees who smoke (note: I smoke and smoke does not bother me, but if there is a policy prohibiting smoking in public places closed the first to be met are just them), I showed the lady devoted to choosing AVON nail polish, demanded that the msn desistalen computers so that instead of chatting, the banks do their job. People applauded me, but none, (Did you read it? None) accompanied me to sign the letter of complaint which asked the irrevocable resignation of the manager of maladministration. Still I have a copy signed by the accountant, with their fingerprints printed on sugar and eat it while reading a bill.
Today I fought with employees of Carrefour. Of every five products in the same category, three are priceless. Demand it the stock boy who sent me to the manager, who sent me to a supervisor, who sent me to ask the cashier. I sent them to the reputation that gave birth to all and asked for the complaints book. I took a copy and sent it to Consumer Affairs.
I decided not to buy more at the supermarket ... until I forget and come back. And again I find that the items do not have prices and ask the stock boy, manager, supervisor, the cashier ...
This morning I thought to start a campaign against Carrefour (and told them that I plan to endless revenge.) Now I'm falling into the account, surely, I called the store to apologize to me, what would well. But it always happens while I sleep the siesta.
I really do not know why I get into this mess free ...
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