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I'm 5'10", brunet (okay, gray) and I get the same crap.
I hired a handyman to build a kit greenhouse. I didn't have the time, tools and strength to do it alone. I did have the skills. I drew out, with dimensions, in scale, with an engineers rule, a diagram of the base. A simple 10'x10' square with cross bracing. I gave it to the guy, and went inside... later I went out to check on the progress. The guy had cut all my 10' pieces of lumber, and was making something with different lengths on all sides. When I asked what he was doing, he gave me some strange explanation. I told him the thing was ten by ten, not the eight by eight or whatever he was making. He then tried making it fit. I called his boss and told him to leave. I had to hire someone else. The guy had the gall to tell me I didn't know what I was talking about. The boss said he was an expert electrician....even if he was, why send him on a carpentry job.
In the process, the guy had cut almost all of the lumber too short. Luckily the next guy had a brain, and fixed it...but I was...
I've also had a car salesman put his arm around me, and actually say "I'll show you the car your really want, sweetie". He didn't get the sale. I've also gone in, ready to buy, and had the salesman offer me MSRP. I got up, and walked away, while he came running after me. Surprisingly enough, someone else got the sale.
I hired a handyman to build a kit greenhouse. I didn't have the time, tools and strength to do it alone. I did have the skills. I drew out, with dimensions, in scale, with an engineers rule, a diagram of the base. A simple 10'x10' square with cross bracing. I gave it to the guy, and went inside... later I went out to check on the progress. The guy had cut all my 10' pieces of lumber, and was making something with different lengths on all sides. When I asked what he was doing, he gave me some strange explanation. I told him the thing was ten by ten, not the eight by eight or whatever he was making. He then tried making it fit. I called his boss and told him to leave. I had to hire someone else. The guy had the gall to tell me I didn't know what I was talking about. The boss said he was an expert electrician....even if he was, why send him on a carpentry job.
In the process, the guy had cut almost all of the lumber too short. Luckily the next guy had a brain, and fixed it...but I was...
I've also had a car salesman put his arm around me, and actually say "I'll show you the car your really want, sweetie". He didn't get the sale. I've also gone in, ready to buy, and had the salesman offer me MSRP. I got up, and walked away, while he came running after me. Surprisingly enough, someone else got the sale.
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Exactly! I am the same but i own a sports bike and had to have it fixed. The tech refused to talk to me because i was a girl and only to my bf. He said i wouldnt understand what he was saying. I wanted to take it some where else but he already had the oil pan off. I went back in the shop put it on myself and took it somewhere else.
Call the manager and tell him/her!
Exactly! I am the same but i own a sports bike and had to have it fixed. The tech refused to talk to me because i was a girl and only to my bf. He said i wouldnt understand what he was saying. I wanted to take it some where else but he already had the oil pan off. I went back in the shop put it on myself and took it somewhere else.
Call the manager and tell him/her!
I know what you mean by customer service being bad. I have worked customer service all my life. If we dont have the product the customer wants I will find a store that does and make sure they have it on hand. In the past I have been reprimanded by bosses for doing that, but I tell them if we cant provide the service its our job to find someone who can and that they will be back to buy from us on things we do have because I went out of my way to help them. I will not tolerate rude people or cashiers either in my workplace or when I am shopping. We have alot of younger people that work with us that can really be rude to the customers and I tell them they will not have their job very long behaving in such a way. I know sometimes people have a bad day problems at home etc but I tell my cashiers that they have to leave their problems at the door besides when they do that they are not dwelling on the problem at home and seems to perk up at work. What most people dont realize is there is at least 1 different store that can offer the same things your store does probably more and if you dont provide the customer srevice they want and need they will go elsewhere to find it and you wont be in business very long.
We women are a powerful force! Too many men have yet to realize how strong we can be.
I build houses with Habitat for Humanity. So far our 'all women' group have built 6 houses in the area. I learned from my husband who used to build houses with his father. We started our first house before we were married.
The guys at the lumber yard, plumbing store, electrical shop all used to run - suddenly remembering other jobs - when they saw me coming. The last one to get out had to turn around and help me. I thought it was funny. At that time I knew very little about construction and probably was a bit of a pain to help. Mostly because DH would ask for something specific and if they didn't have it, I had no clue what would be a usable substitute.
Many additions, re-habs, and a couple of houses later, I am showing HFH newbies - college students, mothers, and retired ladies - to our all woman group how to set floor joists and mark for studs. My idea of fun - pure and simple!
I've even had a neighbor lady come out and complain when she saw me working on the car. She said I would 'ruin it' for all the other ladies in the neighborhood. HA!
Yup! I've left stores that treated me like some mentally-deficient child just because what I was buying was MAN STUFF.
I'm not into Woman's Lib, just into what's fair and right for me and mine.
Love, Linn B (aka Smart Red) Gardening zone 5a - 4b in south-est, central-est Wisconsin
I build houses with Habitat for Humanity. So far our 'all women' group have built 6 houses in the area. I learned from my husband who used to build houses with his father. We started our first house before we were married.
The guys at the lumber yard, plumbing store, electrical shop all used to run - suddenly remembering other jobs - when they saw me coming. The last one to get out had to turn around and help me. I thought it was funny. At that time I knew very little about construction and probably was a bit of a pain to help. Mostly because DH would ask for something specific and if they didn't have it, I had no clue what would be a usable substitute.
Many additions, re-habs, and a couple of houses later, I am showing HFH newbies - college students, mothers, and retired ladies - to our all woman group how to set floor joists and mark for studs. My idea of fun - pure and simple!
I've even had a neighbor lady come out and complain when she saw me working on the car. She said I would 'ruin it' for all the other ladies in the neighborhood. HA!
Yup! I've left stores that treated me like some mentally-deficient child just because what I was buying was MAN STUFF.
I'm not into Woman's Lib, just into what's fair and right for me and mine.
Love, Linn B (aka Smart Red) Gardening zone 5a - 4b in south-est, central-est Wisconsin
I went with a female friend to look at cars. I tried to stay out of the way other than looking the mechanical over. The sales guy kept trying to talk to me. I finally told him that if he wanted to sell a car today he better start talking to the person that wants to buy one.. She found one somewhere else.
When we were in collage a friend wanted a new corvette but the sales guy would not even talk to him. (He could afford it.) We pooled money an came up with 100 $1 bills an 10 $100 bills make a huge wad of cash with only $100 bills showing. He went back an tried again an again they treated him like a punk kid an would not talk to him about the car. He got mad an got an attitude with them, whipped out that wad of money an said he was there to pay cash. They changed there tune an became very apologetic but he walked out waving at them with that wad of cash.
When we were in collage a friend wanted a new corvette but the sales guy would not even talk to him. (He could afford it.) We pooled money an came up with 100 $1 bills an 10 $100 bills make a huge wad of cash with only $100 bills showing. He went back an tried again an again they treated him like a punk kid an would not talk to him about the car. He got mad an got an attitude with them, whipped out that wad of money an said he was there to pay cash. They changed there tune an became very apologetic but he walked out waving at them with that wad of cash.
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Jeez, what is it with car salesmen and women? Years ago DH and I went car shopping. DH was letting me do the looking/shopping since it was going to be MY car. I was looking at Mustangs and the salesman kept trying to show me Thunderbirds and would only talk to DH. He even opened one up and pointed out the lighted vanity mirrors to me
Needless to say I did not buy a car from him but I did get my Mustang.
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OH, that isn't meant to be literal???
After a long running dispute with a small shop, I finally took my pickup to the dealer. They put it on the lift, and what they saw had me ready to explode. Took lots of photos, had them fix it (well over a grand), and I returned to that local shop, tossed the 8x10 color glossy photos on the managers desk with the dealer's invoice and told him that he was paying me back for the damage right now.
I was so very very very angry, it took all my self control not to leap over the desk and actually kill him. This was back in the day when I was in black belt level competitions. I KNEW I could take him. He blabbed on and on, one excuse after another. I said nothing, only because I was desparately trying not to snap. I just concentrated on giving him "the look", you know, the one Moms use on children, alternating with glances to the photos of the damage. (who the *&! welds the oxygen sensor to the exhaust manifold?) Finally he winds down, makes a big show of it, but writes the check. I learned what a powerful tool keeping my mouth shut is, that day.
Kinda like going to the gun stores. I don't care if they have exactly what I dreamed of half price, if you call out "hey, sweetie, how you doin'" and then proceed to ignore me, I'm gonna go to the next one, although more expensive, that will take the time to sell me what I need or want.
After a long running dispute with a small shop, I finally took my pickup to the dealer. They put it on the lift, and what they saw had me ready to explode. Took lots of photos, had them fix it (well over a grand), and I returned to that local shop, tossed the 8x10 color glossy photos on the managers desk with the dealer's invoice and told him that he was paying me back for the damage right now.
I was so very very very angry, it took all my self control not to leap over the desk and actually kill him. This was back in the day when I was in black belt level competitions. I KNEW I could take him. He blabbed on and on, one excuse after another. I said nothing, only because I was desparately trying not to snap. I just concentrated on giving him "the look", you know, the one Moms use on children, alternating with glances to the photos of the damage. (who the *&! welds the oxygen sensor to the exhaust manifold?) Finally he winds down, makes a big show of it, but writes the check. I learned what a powerful tool keeping my mouth shut is, that day.
Kinda like going to the gun stores. I don't care if they have exactly what I dreamed of half price, if you call out "hey, sweetie, how you doin'" and then proceed to ignore me, I'm gonna go to the next one, although more expensive, that will take the time to sell me what I need or want.
I, as in ME-MYSELF- I, started a building supply business 16 years ago, specializing in custom millwork. I later hired my DH, my DF, 2 DS, a nephew and 5 other men.
I have often answered the phone and had a fellow ask if he could speak to "a man" about his business. Usually I just say no and procede to make him feel as dumb as he actually is...sometimes I pass him off to my DH if I'm not in the mood to deal with an idiot.... but either way his order just went up in price by 10%.
Works for me.
I have often answered the phone and had a fellow ask if he could speak to "a man" about his business. Usually I just say no and procede to make him feel as dumb as he actually is...sometimes I pass him off to my DH if I'm not in the mood to deal with an idiot.... but either way his order just went up in price by 10%.
Works for me.
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Have had the same issues looking at cars, and actually purchasing car parts!
I had an accident with a house and a car. I had to replace some parts on my car, called up local parts stores and told them I needed the driver's side rear fender replaced.
He said "You mean the bumper right?"
"No, the driver's side rear fender."
"Sweetie, you mean the bumper."
"No I don't mean the bumper!!!!!! I told you what I needed, do you have it or not?!"
"No, I've only got the bumper you need."
"AAAHHHH!!!!"
My husband and I went to test drive some cars. It's going to be MY car, my husband said it would be MY car. So why in the heck does the salesman feel the need to suck up to him? Um, hello? It's MY future car. After the third time of "Well sir, what do you think?" I turned around and said "I think we need to go somewhere that can determine that I am a female and am the one purchasing the car."
Good Lord.
I had an accident with a house and a car. I had to replace some parts on my car, called up local parts stores and told them I needed the driver's side rear fender replaced.
He said "You mean the bumper right?"
"No, the driver's side rear fender."
"Sweetie, you mean the bumper."
"No I don't mean the bumper!!!!!! I told you what I needed, do you have it or not?!"
"No, I've only got the bumper you need."
"AAAHHHH!!!!"
My husband and I went to test drive some cars. It's going to be MY car, my husband said it would be MY car. So why in the heck does the salesman feel the need to suck up to him? Um, hello? It's MY future car. After the third time of "Well sir, what do you think?" I turned around and said "I think we need to go somewhere that can determine that I am a female and am the one purchasing the car."
Good Lord.
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