1-800-FLOWERS Can Suck It

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This is NYCWD. Poppy is not here today, so I am guest posting on her blog. Her absence is not because she was deeply hurt by the lack of appreciation she was shown while trying to demonstrate the bubbles from Saturday via video in yesterday’s post that was requested by you, her friends. No, that has nothing to do with it whatsoever.
/sarcasm

Valentines Day
Image by Chaddycakes via Flickr

I have had a long relationship with 1-800-FLOWERS. I’ve used them for years to send flowers and things to people out of state, and with the eventual collapse of the local florist industry for people in the city as well. I spend, on average (between birthdays, special occasions, and of course Valentine’s Day) around $1,000 a year. I also have some purchasing power in my job that gives them an additional $2,000-$4,000 worth of business.

I am used to their fuck ups. No, really. I expect them to be somewhat delayed during the big holidays of Valentine’s Day and Mother’s Day. This is why I try to get things delivered a little early during these holidays. I even pay a little extra for it. This year’s service however has insured I will never use 1-800-FLOWERS again for anything!

On February 11 I ordered a dozen red roses to be delivered to Poppy‘s place of business. I put all the actual specifics into the order form for business deliveries and set the date for February 13. Sadly, Poppy did not receive her flowers by 5:00pm on February 13. A call to 1-800-FLOWERS customer service gave the regular explanation of high volume, traffic, busy day, blah, blah, blah. I accepted this. I just asked that the flowers be delivered before noon on Monday February 16.

I am a loving and considerate consumer.

Monday I got an e-mail confirmation at 11:54am that the flowers had been delivered. I called Poppy and asked how her flowers were. She was getting Subway (yum) and would let me know when she got back to the office.

She called me about 20 minutes later and guess what? No flowers. So I called 1-800-FLOWERS again. The customer service was apologetic and whatnot and tried calling the florist… but after 20 minutes of trying and getting voicemail it was determined they were out to lunch. They had the signer of the flowers on their system as being “Y“. Yes… the signer was the Letter Y. I expressed this was unacceptable. They agreed and sent a message to the actual florist. I told them I wanted resolution today… and they said they would call me back.

They never called me back. However, Sam the florist called Poppy at 4:45pm and laid a guilt trip on her for working a 9-5 job because he wanted to send the flowers out that day.

Sam upset the Poppy.

The Poppy called the Dawggy.

The Dawggy called Sam.

Sam is obviously a fucking moron. He tried putting the blame of the false confirmation elsewhere stating he was the “third party”. He did not understand that the confirmation he had 1-800-FLOWERS send was fraud, that he was responsible for this fuck up, or that he needed to resolve it without being a nasty fuck. He continued to insist he was just the “third party”. I then reminded him that he was the “third party” since fucking Friday, and therefore my “first party” will be coming to his “third party” place of business, that I got from a reverse phone look-up, for a “blanket party” if things were not rectified.

Sam understood this last portion of the conversation.

Poppy got her flowers yesterday.

1-800-FLOWERS lost at least $3,000 worth of business over this debacle simply because they failed to follow up with their promise to call me back and instead expected their Brooklyn fraudulent confirming delivery florist to do the right thing.

Posted on February 18th 2009 in Don't fuck with the Poppy, Real news, Word to the wise

I think you’ve confused me for someone who…

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…ever makes up her mind. I’m not keeping any particular blog template. I’m fucking around with templates until I find the one I like, if that ever happens. I hate the one I had. The cool features stopped working a long time ago and that’s enough to make me hate it. So, blog template: I HATE YOU. Plus the smilies stopped displaying after the 2.7 update so… meh.

…doesn’t know what she means. (Yes, contrary Poppy puts these two back to back. You love that about me.) So, the kid behind the counter at the Columbus Circle Barnes & Noble actually said to me of my Windows Server 2008 Inside Out purchase: “If you find you’ve purchased the wrong book for your server just bring us the receipt with the book.” Yah, no asshole. I really meant to buy that book, hence my schlep in the snowstorm all the way to your fucking store. And when I went back to my office I also really meant to buy Windows Server 2008 Terminal Services Resource Kit. But not from you.

…wants to watch you get your physical on. A few employees were having physicals performed in the lunch room. This included standing on chairs to be measured and HAVING THEIR FUCKING BLOOD DRAWN. One of the IT guys warned me what was going on in the lunch room and I almost fainted at the thought of it. Ask Dawg how I react to needles. Ask Dawg how I react to blood. Do it. Ask him. I think it would be hilarious to hear his side of Sunday’s sugar check.

…cares. Every time the salespeople at my company are absolute cuntyasswhores to me I laugh in their face. I do. It’s deserved. They need to be taught some fucking manners, but I’m not the person for the job, so I insult them by laughing at their abysmal social skills. I already worked another job where the people who made money for the company thought they were above everyone else. I don’t encourage that behavior in the least. Enjoy supporting yourself. Poppy don’t play that.

…hates cookies. I don’t hate cookies, I love cookies! I’d like an oatmeal chocolate chip cookie right now! But I’m kinda on this semi-diet right now (I knoooooow, I knowiknow) because I gained precisely 6.8 lbs over the holidays and when I add weight my back and leg starts to hurt so I need to nip that in the bud.

…doesn’t have healthcare. My insurance card arrived yesterday! w9999009999980000t! Going an entire month without insurance due to a “misunderstanding” was wildly uncomfortable. I was definitely much more careful about what I did with myself, though! And I saved $498! (Some of that was dental, which I also now have, but I think only $67 of it.)

…never thinks about her family. All day yesterday and today I’ve thought about my cousin who used to live in NYC, through college and at her first few jobs after, and who posted a profound piece of information about herself in her 25 random things about her on her Facebook page:

On 9/11 I took the subway home instead of walking across the 59th
Street bridge –neither seemed to be a particularly good option, and I
wasn’t wearing practical shoes. I now keep comfortable shoes at my
desk

Not only do I love how she wrote that, not only is it sound advice, but it brings me back to a day where I was worried sick about her because I didn’t understand how the city was laid out and that where she worked was absolutely nowhere near the towers. Did you know I now ride the subway train that goes to the World Trade Center 5 days a week? I do. And I think about that every day. But not about my cousin, so it’s good to think about her and know she’s safe. I should invite her to read my blog so she knows how much I care about her.

(I had to end my bitter ranty post with a little :love: :)