I am so pissed off. This should go in the message of hate thread but I don't care, I hate being (basically) called a liar.
Got to work this morning to find all our rubbish still outside in bin bags. On the shutter there was a note saying "Sorry, we could not collect your rubbish because: Other: They were not in the correct pre paid rubbish bags". Well, they ****ing were. We don't even keep any other rubbish bags at work because the poxy company won't collect them! So I carried all the rubbish back into the shop, and rang the company, who's name and telephone number is emblazoned in huge pink letters on the side of the bags. Got the standard "someone will get back to your shortly" reply. Shortly apparently meaning four hours. A guy rang me back and asked me to explain the problem. The same problem I had already explained to the girl I rang earlier. "They were the right bin bags, we use them every week, they have your company name and phone number on the side." He said he'd get back to me. Rang me back a couple of hours later to ask what the address of the premises was. Yes, the company that collect my company's rubbish don't know where we are. Their collection drivers obviously pick a street and hope for the best. Hours later, we get another phone call saying that the delivery driver was out with his shift manager and they have photographic evidence of the rubbish bags being the wrong kind and the guy on the phone basically said that I had realised and then put all the rubbish in the correct bags before ringing to complain. He's lucky it wasn't me on the other end of the phone. He seriously thinks that I have absolutely nothing better to do than empty out a weeks worth of rubbish and then sit and re-bag it in the correct bin bags. I didn't even really care that they weren't taken away, I was just ringing to see what their beef was as we really have no place to store two weeks worth of rubbish. But when they basically called me a sad, jobsworth **** and ****ing liar who'd sift through piles of mouldy teabags and mountains of paper because of someone else's supposed mistake, I became slightly annoyed. They have photographic evidence apparently, well I have CCTV footage of me looking fairly displeased at the fact that I'm carrying bin bags back into work. Unless of course, the mysterious rubbish sorting I am meant to have done was done in the middle of the busy street outside.
Sorry, rant over. Nobody will even read this but it felt good.
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