After much wringing of my hands and holding of my head and balancing of the sorry little checkbook, I decided that a new computer is a definite must. Since I needed ink anyway and I was in Pueblo West instead of at church I decided to stop at Staples. I always go there when I need anything since I get a 2% discount when I use the American Express card and they usually seem pretty friendly. So I whipped the little gray Ford into a parking place and went inside.
I saw the counter where they work on computers and fix them and thought I would stop there first.
The man was busy with a young lady so I went over and got my ink. Since he was still busy, I went to take a look at what they had in the line of computers. Not much on the one end and since the clerk was busy visiting with another clerk and a customer(?) I had to walk around another counter and come in from the back side. No problem since I can still walk. Not much on that end either and no one in sight to ask without interrupting, which I do not like to do. So back to the repair counter where that clerk was still talking with the young woman.
Since I was meeting someone for lunch I thought I better just pay for the ink and go. No one at the service desk. No bell to ring that I could see. I stood there for 2 or 3 minutes and finally decided that I must be invisible since I had been in the store at this time over 10 minutes and had neither made eye contact with any one, nor been acknowledged in any way. Rather then just walk out with the ink I left it lay on the counter. Bet they think they have ghosts there.
After lunch I called my step daughter who had recommended Best Buy. Yes she would meet me there. Since I was closer I got there much quicker. Immediately a clerk was by my side. In very short order I had gathered the things I wanted. Well, not really what I wanted since I am still on Windows Vista and that is now obsolete and Windows 7 soon will be. I got an HP tower with Windows 8 and a new monitor and a mouse. Oh, and the tri-pack of ink that matches the one I left at Staples. No step daughter yet, but I am a big girl. I managed to buy almost $500 worth of stuff and put the points on her account. Unfortuneately, I am now getting her email and I do not know why, but I suspect.
Business all done and he loaded all this on a low cart, thanked me and pointed to the door. I am sorry, but at that moment I could have cried. I really expected to be helped to the car. Or at least asked if I would like help. So I dropped my purse on the cart and started that way. In a computer store there are lots of obstacles, but I made it to the door. Getting across a rough place in the concrete and keeping my load from jumping off the cart took about all this 71 year old broad could do to accomplish. In all fairness a couple clerks looked at me as I rearranged the load so as not to lose the monitor on the ashphalt. As I reached my car, my step daughter pulled up. She helped me put it in the car. Very happy about that since my back has been crippling me for 3 months and is just now getting so I am not in constant pain.
I explained to her that this was not right. An old woman should have been offered a little assistance and not just sent out the door with $500 worth of stuff and hope she could make it to the car without being mugged or dropping the whole thing. She was in agreement with me on that.
I brought my stuff home and she called to tell me that she had discussed this with the manager and he had said. " It is Corporate policy that the clerk not go to the car with the customer unless they are ASKED by the customer to do so. " She told them they might want to rethink that one. I am not a person that ASKS for help. Never did it; never will. I go to the grocery and they ask me if I would like help out to my car. When I went to Staples a trip or so back and bought a printer, they loaded it for me. Every where I go I get offers for assistance, but not at Best Buy.
So the crux here is this...businesses are suffering because people are not buying. What a surprise! I go to the store and finding a clerk is usually an effort in futility. I gather my whatever I want and go to the counter and maybe someone is there to ring me up. A couple weeks ago I had made an appointment to see someone. On the day of the said appointment I received a call that they could not keep the appointment. What am I to do? Well make an appointment for next week. I am busy next week. Well, you have to make one then. No I don't. Here let me just hang up and call someone who will see me this week. And I did.
I rarely if ever shop at Safeway any more. Know why? I stand in the checkout line and wait. I wait while the clerks visit with each other and whoever will listen to them talk about the grandkids or the Bronco's, or what ever. The last time I went there and managed to drop over $80 and never made eye contact with the clerk, was the last time. King Soopers has a new policy; you do not have to wait in line and they will open another register if you do. In and out and they actually make eye contact and say a few kind words. And that, my friend, is called Customer Service.
It amazes me that they call us old people crabby, bitchy and whatever else comes to mind, but you know what? After 70 years of living on this big green ball, I have decided that I am going to be treated with a miniscule amount of respect or I will take my little pile of money some where else to someone who will treat me with kindness. I can not help that I got old, what I can help is what businesses I will support. At this point in my life if I have to ASK you to help me, you may just find yourself standing at your counter with a tri-pack of ink, or a basket full of groceries. I have decided to set the computer up because I seriously entertained the idea of returning it and telling them why. Instead I will not return to Best Buy for anything.
As a matter of fact, when I buy something online, I immediately get a receipt and a thank you letter. It is a form letter, but there it is. Then in just a few days, whatever I ordered is delivered to my house and the UPS man or mailman or whoever brought it smiles and asks me how it is going. Then I get another letter that asks if everything was satisfactory. More of that stuff called Customer Service. Brick and mortar stores could learn from the faceless business men and women online.
I saw the counter where they work on computers and fix them and thought I would stop there first.
The man was busy with a young lady so I went over and got my ink. Since he was still busy, I went to take a look at what they had in the line of computers. Not much on the one end and since the clerk was busy visiting with another clerk and a customer(?) I had to walk around another counter and come in from the back side. No problem since I can still walk. Not much on that end either and no one in sight to ask without interrupting, which I do not like to do. So back to the repair counter where that clerk was still talking with the young woman.
Since I was meeting someone for lunch I thought I better just pay for the ink and go. No one at the service desk. No bell to ring that I could see. I stood there for 2 or 3 minutes and finally decided that I must be invisible since I had been in the store at this time over 10 minutes and had neither made eye contact with any one, nor been acknowledged in any way. Rather then just walk out with the ink I left it lay on the counter. Bet they think they have ghosts there.
After lunch I called my step daughter who had recommended Best Buy. Yes she would meet me there. Since I was closer I got there much quicker. Immediately a clerk was by my side. In very short order I had gathered the things I wanted. Well, not really what I wanted since I am still on Windows Vista and that is now obsolete and Windows 7 soon will be. I got an HP tower with Windows 8 and a new monitor and a mouse. Oh, and the tri-pack of ink that matches the one I left at Staples. No step daughter yet, but I am a big girl. I managed to buy almost $500 worth of stuff and put the points on her account. Unfortuneately, I am now getting her email and I do not know why, but I suspect.
Business all done and he loaded all this on a low cart, thanked me and pointed to the door. I am sorry, but at that moment I could have cried. I really expected to be helped to the car. Or at least asked if I would like help. So I dropped my purse on the cart and started that way. In a computer store there are lots of obstacles, but I made it to the door. Getting across a rough place in the concrete and keeping my load from jumping off the cart took about all this 71 year old broad could do to accomplish. In all fairness a couple clerks looked at me as I rearranged the load so as not to lose the monitor on the ashphalt. As I reached my car, my step daughter pulled up. She helped me put it in the car. Very happy about that since my back has been crippling me for 3 months and is just now getting so I am not in constant pain.
I explained to her that this was not right. An old woman should have been offered a little assistance and not just sent out the door with $500 worth of stuff and hope she could make it to the car without being mugged or dropping the whole thing. She was in agreement with me on that.
I brought my stuff home and she called to tell me that she had discussed this with the manager and he had said. " It is Corporate policy that the clerk not go to the car with the customer unless they are ASKED by the customer to do so. " She told them they might want to rethink that one. I am not a person that ASKS for help. Never did it; never will. I go to the grocery and they ask me if I would like help out to my car. When I went to Staples a trip or so back and bought a printer, they loaded it for me. Every where I go I get offers for assistance, but not at Best Buy.
So the crux here is this...businesses are suffering because people are not buying. What a surprise! I go to the store and finding a clerk is usually an effort in futility. I gather my whatever I want and go to the counter and maybe someone is there to ring me up. A couple weeks ago I had made an appointment to see someone. On the day of the said appointment I received a call that they could not keep the appointment. What am I to do? Well make an appointment for next week. I am busy next week. Well, you have to make one then. No I don't. Here let me just hang up and call someone who will see me this week. And I did.
I rarely if ever shop at Safeway any more. Know why? I stand in the checkout line and wait. I wait while the clerks visit with each other and whoever will listen to them talk about the grandkids or the Bronco's, or what ever. The last time I went there and managed to drop over $80 and never made eye contact with the clerk, was the last time. King Soopers has a new policy; you do not have to wait in line and they will open another register if you do. In and out and they actually make eye contact and say a few kind words. And that, my friend, is called Customer Service.
It amazes me that they call us old people crabby, bitchy and whatever else comes to mind, but you know what? After 70 years of living on this big green ball, I have decided that I am going to be treated with a miniscule amount of respect or I will take my little pile of money some where else to someone who will treat me with kindness. I can not help that I got old, what I can help is what businesses I will support. At this point in my life if I have to ASK you to help me, you may just find yourself standing at your counter with a tri-pack of ink, or a basket full of groceries. I have decided to set the computer up because I seriously entertained the idea of returning it and telling them why. Instead I will not return to Best Buy for anything.
As a matter of fact, when I buy something online, I immediately get a receipt and a thank you letter. It is a form letter, but there it is. Then in just a few days, whatever I ordered is delivered to my house and the UPS man or mailman or whoever brought it smiles and asks me how it is going. Then I get another letter that asks if everything was satisfactory. More of that stuff called Customer Service. Brick and mortar stores could learn from the faceless business men and women online.
