Drives me up the bloody wall…

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I do most of my banking via a local outfit that’s pretty good if you get hold of clued up people. (Jennifer Grübel is clued up)

 

Get a phone call in June telling me that I need to migrate my safe to a new location by the end of August.

They’re merging my branch with one that’s a) further away and b) has crap parking, but the only reason I need to physically go there (in this era of internet banking) is to occasionally access the safe I’ve been renting there for close to a decade.

Ask for a written confirmation – we are contractual partners after all with defined periods of notice (theirs is 3 months, which they can’t comply with)  – and…. nothing.

Call again.

And again.

And again.

Then get a letter formally notifying me that they’ve set everything up to move me over to the new branch.

Right.

Get presented with a document requiring me to give notice.

Eh?

I’M not giving notice – THEY’RE giving notice and  simply migrating me to a new location.

Jennifer’s a bit flustered, but this is what Head Office has decreed.

No point in taking it out on her, so I sign, get the stuff from the safe, toddle over to the new branch, park 5 minutes walk away, sign a new contract, stow the stuff in the same size deposit box and away we go.

Next day, I find a debit for an increased safe rental.

Call my consultant who says – get this – “Well, I pay the higher fee, so consider yourself lucky that you’ve had such a cheap safe for this long..” and invites me to formally challenge the increase and he’ll “try and sort it”

Not convinced that he has my best interests at heart, I write to the CEO, demanding that they honour the contract and suggesting that they examine their processes for migrating customers to new branches.

Such as honouring contracts

A week later, I get a response.

  • Thank you for your letter which we read with great interest [sic]
  • Our investigations have identified that we unfortunately (UNFORTUNATELY??!! Why is it “unfortunate…? They have a differentiated tariff structure. Period) have a differentiated tariff structure for deposit box rentals.
  • We’ll honour the contract
  • We’ll refund the difference
  • We assume (seriously – he wrote “we assume”) that we’ve raised our staff’s awareness of this issue….
  • The rest is  boilerplate stuff along the lines of “We hope that we can count on you as a satisfied customer wuggawugga and that our staff can demonstrate our superior service wuggawugga”

I would have expected it to simply say

  • Of course your contract is still valid
  • We screwed up
  • It won’t happen again
  • Thanks for the heads-up up about our crappy process management. I’ll get someone to look at it (and maybe you’d join a customer focus group to help us fix it)

But I’ll tell you this – if Jennifer goes, so do I….

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2 Responses to Drives me up the bloody wall…

  1. Your first job: home and family.
    Your second job: what you do for a living.
    Your third job: cleaning up everyone else’s (usually corporate) messes.

  2. Exasperation & Frustration chapter x
    I hope the Jennifers of this world stay around a long time.

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