My OperaMoving to New Apartment
Monday, December 11, 2006 11:08:02 AM
What a bloody pallava!
I called this place to help me move, but couldn't actually move at the time they came to get my stuff, as I was sick after having a bad pizza, so they got annoyed and told me to find someone else to move with. It wasn't my fault the pizza was bad, but that didn't seem to be an issue with them.
So I called another place and it turned out to be a 50 year old guy with his wife asking six times the price of what the other place charged (ending up as 300 quid!). Then, they started complaining about the fact that I was living on a 3rd floor apartment with no elevator, and that the boxes were too heavy, and that the next place was also a 3rd floor apartment with no elevator..... They started trying to rip open the boxes to see what was inside, which was really annoying because I'd have to put the boxes back together again afterwards, and was also irrelevant, as they don't need to know what is inside to find out how heavy it is - all they have to do is pick the bloody things up!
Then, the guy's wife started wanting to get into the place, the reason being that she wanted to see how big the stuff was going to be, which is a fair argument, but when I told her I hadn't fully packed yet and would like a few more minutes, she doubled the price, and then just bolloxed on like a little chihuahua at her husband for the next thirty minutes about irrelevant things. Just yapping away, and even my neighbours were coming out telling her to shut up, but she just kept yapping away. I felt like I was suddenly in an episode of 'Til Death Do Us Part' or 'George and Mildred'.
One thing I have learned is that some people (owners of small businesses) talk a load of crap, but one thing I knew ever since I was a kid, is that you don't piss customers off if you want business.
In the end, I told them to piss off. If the guy can't carry the stuff, then he shouldn't be doing the job. If the woman can't keep her mouth shut, she cannot expect customer satisfaction, especially when she's upsetting the neighbours by yapping away at the top of her voice early in the morning.
So I called a friend, and she said she can get me a removal service for a quarter of the price that they were asking for in the end, so it's sorted.
It's funny that people just get more and more stupid, the older they get. Especially yappy little chihuahua women. Never ceases to amaze me. I felt like I was back at BECS Eikaiwa, again. Brought back nightmare memories of the 'boss', Satoko, crapping on until 1am when I was waiting to go home after my shift had ended at 10pm. And the butterflies on her head would just keep fluttering until she realized I was knackered enough to be let home.
And she talked the most crap, you would never believe.
Nice little song to round this post off with: Chumbawamba
Col the Scouse Mouse (Your mate, Rob!)
I called this place to help me move, but couldn't actually move at the time they came to get my stuff, as I was sick after having a bad pizza, so they got annoyed and told me to find someone else to move with. It wasn't my fault the pizza was bad, but that didn't seem to be an issue with them.
So I called another place and it turned out to be a 50 year old guy with his wife asking six times the price of what the other place charged (ending up as 300 quid!). Then, they started complaining about the fact that I was living on a 3rd floor apartment with no elevator, and that the boxes were too heavy, and that the next place was also a 3rd floor apartment with no elevator..... They started trying to rip open the boxes to see what was inside, which was really annoying because I'd have to put the boxes back together again afterwards, and was also irrelevant, as they don't need to know what is inside to find out how heavy it is - all they have to do is pick the bloody things up!
Then, the guy's wife started wanting to get into the place, the reason being that she wanted to see how big the stuff was going to be, which is a fair argument, but when I told her I hadn't fully packed yet and would like a few more minutes, she doubled the price, and then just bolloxed on like a little chihuahua at her husband for the next thirty minutes about irrelevant things. Just yapping away, and even my neighbours were coming out telling her to shut up, but she just kept yapping away. I felt like I was suddenly in an episode of 'Til Death Do Us Part' or 'George and Mildred'.
One thing I have learned is that some people (owners of small businesses) talk a load of crap, but one thing I knew ever since I was a kid, is that you don't piss customers off if you want business.
In the end, I told them to piss off. If the guy can't carry the stuff, then he shouldn't be doing the job. If the woman can't keep her mouth shut, she cannot expect customer satisfaction, especially when she's upsetting the neighbours by yapping away at the top of her voice early in the morning.
So I called a friend, and she said she can get me a removal service for a quarter of the price that they were asking for in the end, so it's sorted.
It's funny that people just get more and more stupid, the older they get. Especially yappy little chihuahua women. Never ceases to amaze me. I felt like I was back at BECS Eikaiwa, again. Brought back nightmare memories of the 'boss', Satoko, crapping on until 1am when I was waiting to go home after my shift had ended at 10pm. And the butterflies on her head would just keep fluttering until she realized I was knackered enough to be let home.
And she talked the most crap, you would never believe.
Nice little song to round this post off with: Chumbawamba
Col the Scouse Mouse (Your mate, Rob!)
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hungryghost # Tuesday, December 12, 2006 6:14:44 AM
anturn # Thursday, December 21, 2006 7:23:23 PM
PPP1 # Friday, December 22, 2006 11:28:12 PM
One thing that really did annoy me though, was the fact that the boss, Satoko, even seriously suggested at one particular meeting that I leave my wife and get a girlfriend nearer to the school so I could stay working for them for longer (my wife was in Nagoya, not Fuji)!
Even the students used to tell me that they thought she was totally out to lunch.
The guy who is married to her keeps telling everyone that he worked for NASA as a computer programmer before he came to Japan to teach English, which is obviously a load of crap. He has these 'Space Food' snacks on the wall of one of the classrooms, and he claims he got them from NASA, even though there is a sticker on each packet listing the ingredients in Japanese, and they are readily available at Azabu International Supermarket in Tokyo. Total bullshitter.
You know why they only hire from overseas? It's because everyone in Japan knows about them too well, and they would find it impossible to recruit from over here.
I will admit, they did nothing bad to me when I left, but while I was there I resented having to write letters to ex-teachers who'd left, demanding this and that, and having to act as a go-between when they were threatening legal action on teachers who were leaving before the contract ended.
Anthony Turner? I know that name, mate. Keep up the good work!
Col the Scouse Mouse