…call Ginger at the Morrisville, NC branch of TruGreen. Her number is: 919.481.1172. Please be sure to ask for the High Priestess Kang stalking special.
In 2010, fed up with my trainwreck of a garden, I contracted TruGreen for service. I freely admit that I was beyond excited since Dock wants nothing to do with yard maintenance and there is very little I can do with my deteriorating spine. Alas, like many things in this wicked world, TruGreen broke my heart. Shattered it in a billion pieces, I tell you.
TruGreen couldn’t be arsed to keep to its agreement. As I mumbled many times over, it was if I had to call TruGreen and remind it that I had bags of money at my house with its name on it. The service was that horrendous.
2011 rolled around and I figured I would give them a chance at redemption, mostly out of sheer laziness on my part. This was a very poor decision.
After waiting twelve weeks for service that should be performed at six-to-eight week. intervals, I gave up. Then…the phone call came. TruGreen wanted to swing by to seed my lawn for a not so nominal fee. At this point, I cancelled the agreement. It’s just not worth doing business with an organization that drives you batty. The customer service rep I spoke with was entirely ambivalent but agreed to terminate the contract.
Shortly after noon today, a TruGreen truck was idling right in front of my house. Rather than dealing with otherwise lovely men who do not speak English well, I called the local office. It is my lucky day. Ginger answered the phone.
I begin to explain the situation, express my displeasure with the truck idling outside of my house, etc… and cunty Ginger says “Well, it’s not as if they are stalking you.”
Aaaaah. Wrong. Words.
/me waggles tentacle
You know, in this stellar economy, where jobs are abundant, it would be prudent to maintain a professional decorum lest one ends up with a pink slip in their grubby paws and no opportunity for unemployment. Either Ginger is sucking some major TruGreen cock or she is as dumb as a fence post. Perhaps it’s both. I have never met her.
I will say that I do not plan on meeting Ginger. I find her narrow lexicon tedious and do not necessarily appreciate dealing with a snotty customer service troll who thinks she is omnipotent because she is paid to speak on the phone.
Look…we all know customer service jobs suck. We all know these people are abused by angry customers and they’re not compensated well. That’s fine. But when you turn your vitriol on me, please do not sound appalled when I call you a pedantic, little shit in return.
So…if you’re looking for something to do today, go ahead and call Ginger. Alternatively, if you live in the Raleigh-Durham area of North Carolina, you should consider refraining from contracting TruGreen. Unless, of course, you like talking naughty cunts like Ginger.
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Those naughty ginger cwats. Tsk tsk.
Whatever happened to Mr.Greenjeans? Remember, the guy from Captain Kangaroo? You could trust him.
He’s taking a dirt nap. 😦
That’s the second Mr. Greenjeans reference I’ve heard in a week. One of my colleagues came to work the other day wearing bright emerald green corduroy trousers. I teased him mercilessly about it, and I told about Captain Kangaroo’s faithful friend.
As for Ginger, well she sounds like a delightful twunt. Ginger is a name normally given to dogs or strippers.
Emerald green? Was he looking for a golf course?
He has bright red pants as well.
Oh you used the “c” word, that’s BAD!