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FOR FUCK'S SAKE IT'S A THRICE-DAMNED WHEELCHAIR WILL YOU FUCKING GIVE IT BACK
I would like you to pretend this entire rant is in capslock of rages.
Oh guess what! They found the wheelchair! Yes, that's right, they had it all along. It must have been behind a potted plant or something. Anyway! No, they have no idea how much longer it will take to fix. They've known it was going to be a complicated fix since they brought it is. When we called them a week after they brought it in, they claimed to have not even looked at it yet. No one can tell me which person was giving us incorrect information. No, they had never considered calling customers to let them know when their wheelchairs might take longer than a few days to repair. They will totally take that suggestion under advisement, no really.
And now: No, they have no idea how much longer it will take to fix. The "coordinator" I spoke to (note: no one understood why I'd want to speak to a supervisor) doesn't know if it needs more parts, or if the parts are available, or if the parts they need are in, or really anything, but if the parts they need are in, it should be really quick! Like, a few more days! But she'll call back with an ETA. Maybe. But she can't tell me when she'll call back. Because it's not like it matters or something.
Oh! But here's the best part! They won't repair ANYTHING until the Abilities Foundation approves the repair costs. Which can take days, I know, because every time they have to approve something through the Abilities Foundation it takes days. YAY! Also, part of why it took them three weeks to pick up the wheelchair in the first place was because they had to get pre-approval from the Abilities Foundation, up to $700. So apparently now they need more approval? But they can't tell us that, because that would be giving us information.
This whole thing is so rage making I cannot even. I'm sure I'm forgetting things. Don looks like he's going to murder something. I'm sure enough of you know enough about Don to sort out he's a very kind gentle non-angry man (not like me at all) and he really seriously looks like he's going to get out one of his swords and go to war. And I will totally help him do it.
Oh guess what! They found the wheelchair! Yes, that's right, they had it all along. It must have been behind a potted plant or something. Anyway! No, they have no idea how much longer it will take to fix. They've known it was going to be a complicated fix since they brought it is. When we called them a week after they brought it in, they claimed to have not even looked at it yet. No one can tell me which person was giving us incorrect information. No, they had never considered calling customers to let them know when their wheelchairs might take longer than a few days to repair. They will totally take that suggestion under advisement, no really.
And now: No, they have no idea how much longer it will take to fix. The "coordinator" I spoke to (note: no one understood why I'd want to speak to a supervisor) doesn't know if it needs more parts, or if the parts are available, or if the parts they need are in, or really anything, but if the parts they need are in, it should be really quick! Like, a few more days! But she'll call back with an ETA. Maybe. But she can't tell me when she'll call back. Because it's not like it matters or something.
Oh! But here's the best part! They won't repair ANYTHING until the Abilities Foundation approves the repair costs. Which can take days, I know, because every time they have to approve something through the Abilities Foundation it takes days. YAY! Also, part of why it took them three weeks to pick up the wheelchair in the first place was because they had to get pre-approval from the Abilities Foundation, up to $700. So apparently now they need more approval? But they can't tell us that, because that would be giving us information.
This whole thing is so rage making I cannot even. I'm sure I'm forgetting things. Don looks like he's going to murder something. I'm sure enough of you know enough about Don to sort out he's a very kind gentle non-angry man (not like me at all) and he really seriously looks like he's going to get out one of his swords and go to war. And I will totally help him do it.

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As I was saying on another journal, there are degrees of stupidity and incompetence which are as bad as or worse than active malice.
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They should be bending over BACKWARDS to get Don's wheelchair fixed right the fuck NOW.
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i'm furious on your behalf.
is there any entity you can do a formal complaint to? any way to get horrendous bad publicity for the company that will have them scrambling? (when i had the issue with the care credit folks, i looked up the heads of the company and sent emails to each one who had an email, including all the vice presidents and twittered about it, too.)
and if i can help in writing anyone or anything, i'm available.
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*hugs*
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Barring that....honestly, this is equivalent to having the only family car on hold at the repairshop. (Well, it's worse than that, but that would be the closest equivalent they might grasp.) I have no idea if making that comparison to them would actually help (they don't sound like the most understanding sorts of folks) but just throwing it out there.
When you take something in to be repaired, even something non essential like the picture frame I took in last week, it's customary to give an expected delivery date, and if that date can't be reached, to contact the customer. Even Best Buy in my recent HP disaster grasped that much and I don't think any of us would be giving them stars for customer service. This is basic stuff.
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I'm so sorry, and echo the view that you should make an official complaint (maybe after you get the chair back).
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You don't have to do anything re: complaining because you're too fuckin' busy just trying to get the motherfucking chair back.
Woe. (Opportunity to poke Mom to get a new chair?)
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I'm so sorry they're such assholes to Don and you.
Hmm...
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WTF.