So we were having this free drink promotion to attract customers. We handed out flyers and pasted multiple copies of posters on our glass panels to let people know that we are going to close our cafe for good if they don't come in this instant and get their freebies.
The next thing we know, came this email from the building management, which consists of 3 utterly useless, gutless fucks, asking us to remove our posters or reorganise them into a corner so that no one can see them for the sake of their building's image.
WHAT IMAGE? If the building wanted an image, it would first spit out these 3 pieces of crap, collapsed upon itself and asked to be redesigned and rebuilt.
A few rounds of emails ensued until we became so irritated we asked them to meet us face to face. The meeting was set on Tuesday. Tuesday came and the meeting time went but no fugly face in sight. Did I have a hunch? Yes I did.
I wanted to see how bad their incompetence can get. I checked my gmail (those retards' favourite mode of communication) to find out that they've actually sent an email to cancel the meeting because one of them has fallen ill.
"Yes let's send an email to cancel the meeting, they operate a cafe but I'm sure someone is specifically assigned to check emails every 5 seconds, even though we've sent the email at 10am to cancel the 4pm meeting and yet to receive their acknowledgement of the cancellation. Let's not bother. Let's not have the courtesy to inform them through phone or mobile. Let's have lunch now."
We used to call them The Three Musketeers but that's such an overrated compliment. They are a bunch of clowns.
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