The Complainant

 

For some reason, I just don’t like 1) people who likes to complain, and 2) myself having to be in the shoe of the complainant.   I hate it, I hate it..   because I’ve long regarded complaining as a waste of energy. 

Being the peudo economist that I am, I hate wastage, of anything but moreso of time and positive energy.

It’s been more than four days since I emailed Autoreview and sent an SMS to a friend of mine who’s helping out to fix their website, about the missing results of my brother.  I got confirmation from both that it was to be acted on.  But until now, NADA.

So I patiently waited.

But yesterday my brother asked me again if his results are there yet.  (Yup, the boy is kind and sweet but don’t abuse him -  he deserves to know his official finish time for heaven’s sake!)

So I thought it won’t hurt if I call them up to ask if they have my brother’s results yet.   

So I went, “Hello, I’d just like to inquire about the missing results..”

“Oh are you Cathy?”,  the lady on the phone interrupted. 

HAHAHAHA!! 

Make no mistake about it -   It’s my first time to make a successful call on the complaint, so it’s not like I’ve been pestering them.  Apparently they read their emails are acting on my complaint, BUT rather slow. 

Autoreview guys, aside from LSD there’s what you call sprint.  Try it.

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