In car showrooms, we both get ignored. The junior who drew the short straw of looking after us got to make the sale on the Volvo estate. It probably made his commission for the month. The senior salesman looked a bit sick.
friends of mine went to a Volvo garage to buy a car big enough to take their 3 kids , plus them.
The salesman spoke only to Him, and ignored Her, despite the fact it was She who asked all the technical questions about engine, extras etc. At the end of the meeting the salesguy shook His hand , but not Hers. Shocking.
We bought our newer car from a woman salesman who spoke to us equally and was apleasure to deal with. The older car came from the same dealer but an arrogant male who spoke exclusively to OH but I didn't care as it was being paid for by the golf club he ran. I did all the bookings, deliveries and collection for services and technical chappy recognised my voice as soon as I spoke on teh phone and gave us great service.
When we ordered our new kitchen chappy was very happy to address all comments and questions to me as I was the one with the carefully drawn up plans. Very happy with the service there too as well as chappies for the annex mods we've had done.
These days, if sales people are rude or stupid I leave but I did make an official complaint about IKEA Nantes to HQ France.
Up and on parade early for me as it's D-day for Cosmos. I have a skirt to finish sewing and then can get mucky for a while before fetching him at 5pm. Not happy about missing his breakfast.
Bright and sunny but very fresh out there. Even the birds are quiet and snuggling u .
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
Good Morning everyone! Beautiful but chilly here too.
Sounds as if you'll be having a lovely day, LilyP. We hung on to favourite toys and books for a long while, "just in case" there might be grandchildren. It was worth it in the end - and the grown-up children love re-discovering long-forgotten toys too. Our son made the longest wooden railway layout imaginable, round all the furniture in the living room, for his nieces last time they visited us.
Hope Cosmos is forgiving over the loss of breakfast... and other things...
Being short as well as female, I often get overlooked in queues, salerooms etc. I have to see it as funny or I'd spend half my life fuming! OH is very mild mannered and a bit vague (typical musician), and often asks workmen to talk to me "because she's the practical one". It's true. I'm also interested (nosey?) about how jobs are done, and ask lots of questions, and provided I'm not holding up the job, people seem genuinely happy to be asked. Finding out about different sorts of lime mortar was the latest bit of acquired knowledge... not sure how useful it'll be, but you never know!
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
I'm reminded about an example like that. When I was a Horticulture student, we were given an assignment to do an evaluation of various gardening tools (like strimmers, drills, mowers, etc, etc). Hubby and I went to a particular shop that sold those things, and I asked questions about power levels, weight, ease of handling, prices , etc. He addressed Hubby and spoke about various things. Hubby turned to me and said, ask her, I don't know anything about those things - which was correct as it happened. I dont think the bloke believed him.
Interestingly, I was the only student whose assignment addressed the issue of weight and ease of use suitable for a female working long hours on a job. (Take note, Wonks). Most of my fellow students were young male apprentices who had never had to worry about self-employed gardeners needing to put in long hours. Long time ago now.
By the way, I meant to say, that I have a good knitting pattern for sleeveless vests which I found very good when I was out gardening. You sometimes need your arms to be free.
Cosmos will be fine and will love being fussed over later. He won't know he's missing anything, not having had the opportunity to use them.
Just been out to take a pic of some surprise aquilegias over by the fig tree and found it covered in figs! Result! Not a one last year so I hacked the bejabers out of it and it has responded by forming loads of fruit, some nearly an inch across already. Yum!
Never used to worry about the wight of tools as much as the balance. Now I leave the heavy stuff to OH and have forbidden him a chain saw. Know what he's like.
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
Pat, I found the "ease of use" question the most important when I was self-employed as a gardener. I found I could use, say, a full-size mattock or pickaxe with no problem, because technique is the most important aspect. But give me a wheelbarrow with standard height handles to barrow gravel or soil and I'd be worn out in no time; short legs meant I had to keep my arms bent when pushing the barrow. I actually made a sort of "yoke" arrangement with straps to support the wheelbarrow arms at the right height and take most of the weight across my shoulders. Looked strange but it worked... and a petrol strimmer was completely out of the question, as I'd have had to be walking on stilts to get it balanced. There should be a bigger range of adjustment for these things.
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
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In car showrooms, we both get ignored. The junior who drew the short straw of looking after us got to make the sale on the Volvo estate. It probably made his commission for the month. The senior salesman looked a bit sick.
Good morning all those up and going and all those to come
Pat I remember these lovely mornings and the day temps reaching 20, no such luck here!
Dove hope it goes better than it did for Fidget
Hosta sincere commiserations
Fairy and Joyce it's white here! Joyce hopefully car will sail through and all will be well, Fairy, I was out looking at the stars last night stunning
the kitchen story reminds me if whenOH took me to choose a much wanted car for my special birthday, showroom guy said "so would I" and walked away!!
off to install two car seats, make up a cot, get out the toys and assemble the new baby rocker ????
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A A Milne
friends of mine went to a Volvo garage to buy a car big enough to take their 3 kids , plus them.
The salesman spoke only to Him, and ignored Her, despite the fact it was She who asked all the technical questions about engine, extras etc. At the end of the meeting the salesguy shook His hand , but not Hers. Shocking.
They went elsewhere.
We bought our newer car from a woman salesman who spoke to us equally and was apleasure to deal with. The older car came from the same dealer but an arrogant male who spoke exclusively to OH but I didn't care as it was being paid for by the golf club he ran. I did all the bookings, deliveries and collection for services and technical chappy recognised my voice as soon as I spoke on teh phone and gave us great service.
When we ordered our new kitchen chappy was very happy to address all comments and questions to me as I was the one with the carefully drawn up plans. Very happy with the service there too as well as chappies for the annex mods we've had done.
These days, if sales people are rude or stupid I leave but I did make an official complaint about IKEA Nantes to HQ France.
Up and on parade early for me as it's D-day for Cosmos. I have a skirt to finish sewing and then can get mucky for a while before fetching him at 5pm. Not happy about missing his breakfast.
Bright and sunny but very fresh out there. Even the birds are quiet and snuggling u .
We have used the same dealership for 40 years and same salesman for 30 years.
He has just collected my car for its service and will return it later. Good customer service
Good Morning everyone! Beautiful but chilly here too.
Sounds as if you'll be having a lovely day, LilyP. We hung on to favourite toys and books for a long while, "just in case" there might be grandchildren. It was worth it in the end - and the grown-up children love re-discovering long-forgotten toys too. Our son made the longest wooden railway layout imaginable, round all the furniture in the living room, for his nieces last time they visited us.
Hope Cosmos is forgiving over the loss of breakfast... and other things...
Being short as well as female, I often get overlooked in queues, salerooms etc. I have to see it as funny or I'd spend half my life fuming! OH is very mild mannered and a bit vague (typical musician), and often asks workmen to talk to me "because she's the practical one". It's true. I'm also interested (nosey?) about how jobs are done, and ask lots of questions, and provided I'm not holding up the job, people seem genuinely happy to be asked. Finding out about different sorts of lime mortar was the latest bit of acquired knowledge... not sure how useful it'll be, but you never know!
I'm reminded about an example like that. When I was a Horticulture student, we were given an assignment to do an evaluation of various gardening tools (like strimmers, drills, mowers, etc, etc). Hubby and I went to a particular shop that sold those things, and I asked questions about power levels, weight, ease of handling, prices , etc. He addressed Hubby and spoke about various things. Hubby turned to me and said, ask her, I don't know anything about those things - which was correct as it happened. I dont think the bloke believed him.
Interestingly, I was the only student whose assignment addressed the issue of weight and ease of use suitable for a female working long hours on a job. (Take note, Wonks). Most of my fellow students were young male apprentices who had never had to worry about self-employed gardeners needing to put in long hours. Long time ago now.
By the way, I meant to say, that I have a good knitting pattern for sleeveless vests which I found very good when I was out gardening. You sometimes need your arms to be free.
Just read about Cosmos. Poor little thing. I hope he doesn't suffer too much. Ouch!
Cosmos will be fine and will love being fussed over later. He won't know he's missing anything, not having had the opportunity to use them.
Just been out to take a pic of some surprise aquilegias over by the fig tree and found it covered in figs! Result! Not a one last year so I hacked the bejabers out of it and it has responded by forming loads of fruit, some nearly an inch across already. Yum!
Never used to worry about the wight of tools as much as the balance. Now I leave the heavy stuff to OH and have forbidden him a chain saw. Know what he's like.
Pat, I found the "ease of use" question the most important when I was self-employed as a gardener. I found I could use, say, a full-size mattock or pickaxe with no problem, because technique is the most important aspect. But give me a wheelbarrow with standard height handles to barrow gravel or soil and I'd be worn out in no time; short legs meant I had to keep my arms bent when pushing the barrow. I actually made a sort of "yoke" arrangement with straps to support the wheelbarrow arms at the right height and take most of the weight across my shoulders. Looked strange but it worked... and a petrol strimmer was completely out of the question, as I'd have had to be walking on stilts to get it balanced. There should be a bigger range of adjustment for these things.