Today we met with Esther from Rossdale. She gave us audience for our woes. We talked to her for an hour and a half. That's less than an hour per year of delays!
After the deluge of complaints we still hadn't got riled enough to win the marble benchtops. I think we failed to provide the level of shouting needed to have executives on the next floor embarrassedly excuse themselves from their meeting and come quiet us down with lollies and trips to the Bahamas. Tears would have been good.
Sometime it sucks being a nice guy. Next time I'm going to start the meeting by puching the first person I meet in the face. Then they'll need to take me seriously. Mind you, they may take me serious in the 'call the police to take me away' kind of seriousness.
Man, now I've gone and brought back all my frustrastion that I thought I'd unloaded in the meeting. We've been given a chance to discuss all the problems in the process and the only result is that they can improve the process for the next person stupid enough to build with them. That tickles my altruistic sense of community but I don't get my house any quicker, cheaper or nicer and I get to wait and see if anything else goes wrong. Maybe I'm being negative.
Yay. I think a letter to the CEO is in order.
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