I called up a VW dealership in the nearby town to order a GTI. Fuck it. That's a decent all-rounder, right?
Gave them the specification, which was just an S model with the window deflectors, the color, everything... I also gave them the numbers, which weren't annoying. Just tell me how much I need to bring down to get a certain payment. I'm about to clear out storage that's costing me $400 a month anyway. Figured I wouldn't mind $250 or so.
I also faxed the financial information they wanted, and the numbers to check; to show it's not an issue for me and expedite the process.
Well, the day went on and no call. So, I stopped by, and wandered around the lot to only be greeted by a service tech out having a smoke. He was nice.
So, I called again today, and the guy said they've been busy in the showroom, so it'll be Thursday before they can do something that will take five minutes. Fuck you. I'm calling up and trying to give you money. You can see I could write a check for the damned thing already, but I'm going to finance, which is great for the dealership and you'll get a bonus for scoring financing (at that dealer, at least). So, some tire kickers are more important than someone telling you right now he wants to place an order...
Whatever.
I called another dealership; this time a very large one in a bigger city. Sales picked up after the phone tree, and I said I wanted to order a GTI; a 2020 model, which is the last one before the update I don't like. He said they don't have them in stock yet...
Then, I reminded him again that I wanted to ORDER one. Of course, he then said he'd have to see when they would be in. I told him I didn't care what they were going to get in. All I wanted was what I intended to "get in". He then paused for a while, and asked "Do you want a specific trim or something?".
So, I said "Fuck you you ignorant, lazy cunt." and hung up. The dude had the gall to call me back and say we seemed to have been disconnected.
What the fuck. Don't people want to sell a car anymore?
Here's your task if I call and say I want to order something: Shut the fuck up, do only and exclusively what I instruct you to do, run the numbers, and then get out of my hair. Your job as a car salesman is brand ambassador, "get shit bitch", and middleman. It boils right down to doing what people say. That's your job.
If I don't need your help deciding on a car, you do what I say, then you go to the mythical finance guy that nearly doesn't exist and do what he says. Then, I never see you again and you get a few hundred bucks out of the affair. The end.
Know your job, people. Understand the truth of your position and value to a company and do your job like you actually care.
If you manage to make that happen, you'll climb the ladder. It's the little shit that counts, in that regard. These people will forever be driving home in their 2002 Camry because they can't be bothered to do something as simple as follow an instruction and take a zero-effort check. I'm going to become bored with the GTI before I ever get one, apparently.
Cheers,
Kennith
Gave them the specification, which was just an S model with the window deflectors, the color, everything... I also gave them the numbers, which weren't annoying. Just tell me how much I need to bring down to get a certain payment. I'm about to clear out storage that's costing me $400 a month anyway. Figured I wouldn't mind $250 or so.
I also faxed the financial information they wanted, and the numbers to check; to show it's not an issue for me and expedite the process.
Well, the day went on and no call. So, I stopped by, and wandered around the lot to only be greeted by a service tech out having a smoke. He was nice.
So, I called again today, and the guy said they've been busy in the showroom, so it'll be Thursday before they can do something that will take five minutes. Fuck you. I'm calling up and trying to give you money. You can see I could write a check for the damned thing already, but I'm going to finance, which is great for the dealership and you'll get a bonus for scoring financing (at that dealer, at least). So, some tire kickers are more important than someone telling you right now he wants to place an order...
Whatever.
I called another dealership; this time a very large one in a bigger city. Sales picked up after the phone tree, and I said I wanted to order a GTI; a 2020 model, which is the last one before the update I don't like. He said they don't have them in stock yet...
Then, I reminded him again that I wanted to ORDER one. Of course, he then said he'd have to see when they would be in. I told him I didn't care what they were going to get in. All I wanted was what I intended to "get in". He then paused for a while, and asked "Do you want a specific trim or something?".
So, I said "Fuck you you ignorant, lazy cunt." and hung up. The dude had the gall to call me back and say we seemed to have been disconnected.
What the fuck. Don't people want to sell a car anymore?
Here's your task if I call and say I want to order something: Shut the fuck up, do only and exclusively what I instruct you to do, run the numbers, and then get out of my hair. Your job as a car salesman is brand ambassador, "get shit bitch", and middleman. It boils right down to doing what people say. That's your job.
If I don't need your help deciding on a car, you do what I say, then you go to the mythical finance guy that nearly doesn't exist and do what he says. Then, I never see you again and you get a few hundred bucks out of the affair. The end.
Know your job, people. Understand the truth of your position and value to a company and do your job like you actually care.
If you manage to make that happen, you'll climb the ladder. It's the little shit that counts, in that regard. These people will forever be driving home in their 2002 Camry because they can't be bothered to do something as simple as follow an instruction and take a zero-effort check. I'm going to become bored with the GTI before I ever get one, apparently.
Cheers,
Kennith
