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TM - 222 - Sleeping On The Couch
Mar. 21st, 2008 01:40 amIt was quite simply unacceptable, K’tanya thought. After all, when you bought a product with your hard earned money, or the hard earned money of one of your assorted playmates, then you expected that product to have certain standards to which it should adhere. It should have the kind of quality that allowed it to stand up to the rigors of its designed uses. Not just some of them, but also every single possible use that someone might be expected to put to that product in an everyday situation. It shouldn’t simply fall apart after just several hours of hard use.
In fact, she would simply have to call the company in the morning and complain. They needed to know about the inferior materials and the obviously shoddy workmanship so that they could do something to correct the problem. Not that she would every buy from them again, but that was not the point. The point was that someone needed to be yelled at for her ruined evening. And if that someone was some poor customer service representative, and their supervisor, and their supervisor’s supervisor, and so on and so forth until she talked to the head of the company itself then that is damn well what she was going to do! This kind of thing shouldn’t ever have to happen to anyone, let alone her!
Sighing softly, K’tanya finished adding the pillows and blankets to the couch and then glanced at her poor exhausted companion, who had to make do with the floor because of this whole mess. Shaking her head as she slid under the blankets, her last thought before she drifted off to sleep was that they simply didn’t make beds like they use to anymore.
In fact, she would simply have to call the company in the morning and complain. They needed to know about the inferior materials and the obviously shoddy workmanship so that they could do something to correct the problem. Not that she would every buy from them again, but that was not the point. The point was that someone needed to be yelled at for her ruined evening. And if that someone was some poor customer service representative, and their supervisor, and their supervisor’s supervisor, and so on and so forth until she talked to the head of the company itself then that is damn well what she was going to do! This kind of thing shouldn’t ever have to happen to anyone, let alone her!
Sighing softly, K’tanya finished adding the pillows and blankets to the couch and then glanced at her poor exhausted companion, who had to make do with the floor because of this whole mess. Shaking her head as she slid under the blankets, her last thought before she drifted off to sleep was that they simply didn’t make beds like they use to anymore.
