Holy Crap! I cannot believe how unbelievably incompetant some corporations are.
Let me tell you this story:
Dec 20th of 2008 Philip and I walked into Menards. I was in desperate need of a bathroom vanity. I walked up to this Credit Application Machine, to apply for a Menard's Big Card. I entered all of my current information including my social security number so that they could run the credit check. A click or two here and there, poof, approved, credit limit of $1,000.00...The machine printed out this little reciept with the account number for me to use for that day. A statement and permanent card would be sent to my address....
I bought my bathroom vanity and my portable dishwasher that day, $900.00. no problems at all.
One of the happiest days of my life, i could finally brush my teeth like civilized human beings do.
December ends, no Menard's info...January comes and goes...Im getting a wee bit paranoid and go back to the Menard's store to complain. The clerk informed me that Menard's is notorious for taking a rediculously long time to establish the first statement and send out the card and for me not to worry and just be patient....okay...
February is almost over now...a few weeks ago I was thinking about it and really starting to freak out. I tried to call the automated number for menard's but couldnt be put through because i needed to have my account number. That little fucking reciept went through the washing machine a long time ago...I had no idea what my account number was...so it was impossible for me to talk to a human instead of a Robot...
After doing a lot of digging I finally came up with an address to reach the "Menards Card Manager"....I wrote him a letter, explaining how I havnt recieved a freaking thing and how they better not hold me liable for their mistake.
Today I got a call from Sharrone, shes some kind of Menard's God....
At first she was hesitant to believe my story...but when I told her my address, she gasped..."oohhhhhhhh"....
"You mean, you dont live at 14309 Country Club Rd apt 26?"
"WHAT?!!! NOOOO!!! I havnt lived their sense I was 18, I dont how the hell you would have even gotten that address, I know I didnt give it to you."
"Well im sorry mam, It looks like your credit check just entered your last address they new of and we used that one"
"Why didnt you use the address I gave with "billing address" above it!?"
"Huh, I really couldnt tell you that...I dont know"
Blah blah blah she apologized for Menards being retarded and promised to issue a new account number and erase the late fees.
I still cant believe it. I didnt even recognize that address except for the Country club part. It has been so long sense I lived there...They sent my statement and my card to some stranger 3 hours away.....just because it was on my credit report...
I just thank God! She understood and didnt make a fuss...its all taken care of now.
Phew....
im shocked! shocked i tell you!



