I laziness and lack of training runs rampant.
I strike a deal with a local contractor ... I buy the fencing materials and he supplies the labor.
Bundle all that I need at my local Lowe's and will pick up this morning.
The 20 year old joker tasked with loading 40 wooden fence panels and 40 sacks of sakrete stacks it all together and tries to load it all at once.
I can hear pickets cracking and popping as he is lifting.
He sets the bundle on the rear of the trailer and the rear tires of my contractor's suburban are off the ground.
He begins trying to push the panels forward moving the whole rig forward.
He unloads a portion of the panels, popping and cracking yet more panels and then pushes on the bottom half.
Then when he tries to load the remaining bundle, there is nothing there for him to stack on because he moved the bottom half too far forward.
The whole time he is using cedar fence picket to hold the weight of first 40 panels, then 20 panels and 2 tons of sakrete.
Once he thinks he's done, I count 5 panels that are visibly damaged and I add in the bottom skid panel ...
I go in to complain, the manager comes out and agrees to replace the 6 panels.
She wants the contractor to take 46 panels home, unload and bring back the 6 damaged panels.
Of course, I'll have to pay for the six and be reimbursed.
No ... unload and reload. We aren't going to spend 1/2 a day jockeying panels due to their screw up.
So the manager and idiots huddle up and decide on a best course of action.
After about 10 minutes, I walk up and look at the manager and say ...
"Look ... I don't know what they teach at Lowe's University about managing the bottom line, but between you and these two guys, Lowe's has spent way more in salary alone than the cost of the 6 panels in question. Throw 6 on the stack and let us get out of here and I'll keep coming back to spend more money. The orange store is two blocks closer to my house, just so you know."
It was as if I had given her a divine revelation ...
I documented none of it, but it would have been viral Youtube video.
I strike a deal with a local contractor ... I buy the fencing materials and he supplies the labor.
Bundle all that I need at my local Lowe's and will pick up this morning.
The 20 year old joker tasked with loading 40 wooden fence panels and 40 sacks of sakrete stacks it all together and tries to load it all at once.
I can hear pickets cracking and popping as he is lifting.
He sets the bundle on the rear of the trailer and the rear tires of my contractor's suburban are off the ground.
He begins trying to push the panels forward moving the whole rig forward.
He unloads a portion of the panels, popping and cracking yet more panels and then pushes on the bottom half.
Then when he tries to load the remaining bundle, there is nothing there for him to stack on because he moved the bottom half too far forward.
The whole time he is using cedar fence picket to hold the weight of first 40 panels, then 20 panels and 2 tons of sakrete.
Once he thinks he's done, I count 5 panels that are visibly damaged and I add in the bottom skid panel ...
I go in to complain, the manager comes out and agrees to replace the 6 panels.
She wants the contractor to take 46 panels home, unload and bring back the 6 damaged panels.
Of course, I'll have to pay for the six and be reimbursed.
No ... unload and reload. We aren't going to spend 1/2 a day jockeying panels due to their screw up.
So the manager and idiots huddle up and decide on a best course of action.
After about 10 minutes, I walk up and look at the manager and say ...
"Look ... I don't know what they teach at Lowe's University about managing the bottom line, but between you and these two guys, Lowe's has spent way more in salary alone than the cost of the 6 panels in question. Throw 6 on the stack and let us get out of here and I'll keep coming back to spend more money. The orange store is two blocks closer to my house, just so you know."
It was as if I had given her a divine revelation ...
I documented none of it, but it would have been viral Youtube video.
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Thank you ... I do need to count my blessings.
