And waited. Then one of my friends who was going in on the gift started calling me. Daily. "She still hasn't received it." "When did they say it was going to be delivered?" "Call them and find out." On Thursday, the 18th, my friend left me about a 4 minute voicemail--our mutual friend--the one who was to receive the gift--had received a backpack--a nylon backpack with the Canadian flag on it. A clearance, final sale, marked-down-to-$39.95 nylon backpack with the Canadian flag on it. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But it certainly wasn't the chocolate brown leather cross-body bag that three of us had sent her. And it was received almost 2 full weeks after I had ordered online. Happy Birthday, Pammie! On Thursday, the 18th, I called the Roots Customer Service number, which I would advise them to rename the Roots Customer Complaint number, because there isn't a lot of service going on there. My friend got on the phone with me. We eventually spoke to Jackie, some sort of supervisor, who told us that standard shipping to the US from Canada was 15 days. I told her that not only did the website not indicate that--if it had I never would have chosen standard shipping--but that Wanda had told me delivery time was 3-5 days. "Don't worry," said our new friend Jackie--"we want to get this resolved. Don't worry about your friend shipping back the backpack--she can keep it and do whatever she wants with it. We just need to get the correct order to your friend. I will check into this and make sure we have the cross-body bag and I will call you back tomorrow to tell you what is going on. " Tomorrow, which was last Friday, came and went. No call. I called Jackie on Monday--"You never called me back on Friday and you told me you would," I said. "No," she countered, "I told you someone would call you back on Friday." "OK," I paused, "well no one did." "I apologize for that," Jackie said, "I sent an email and am waiting for a response." "Can't you just pick up the phone and actually speak to someone at your company?" I asked. "No," she replied, "we do everything by email. I understand your frustration." I don't think you do, Jack. Between that conversation and now, I have spoken to Audrey, Robert, and Jackie, who I think is now avoiding my calls. They all understand my frustration. They all apologize for the problem. But somehow, the folks at Roots.com can't seem to get this problem resolved. And they've already charged my credit card for the order they can't manage to fulfill. After I blasted Jackie on Tuesday for not calling me back yet AGAIN when she said she would--for me having to call three times that day to get in touch with her--so she could tell me she still knew nothing --(Guess what, Jackie--I already figured that out), she called me twice yesterday to tell me that......she still had no response from whomever she was emailing at the same company. So I very politely told her that because fixing this problem seemed to be beyond her, to please have her supervisor call me back the next day. So, Susie, wherever you are, I'm here, I'm waiting for your call, and I know that you (and all your Roots pals) are SO sorry for this mess and that you understand my frustration. Thanks. That makes me feel MUCH better. Not.
The most humorous part of all this is that everyone I speak to at Roots ends every call with "Is there anything else I can help you with? Thank you for calling Roots.com." Yes, you can help me--just get the bag I ordered to my friend. That would be great.
This isn't over. It's getting personal now. Stay tuned.
LATER THIS SAME DAY: Taking no chances, I called Roots and asked for Susie around 11 AM. "Hi, Susie, did Jackie tell you about my situation?" Surprisingly, Jackie hadn't. So I told Susie everything that had happened, or, maybe, that hadn't happened. She assured me that she was going to read through my "case notes" and get some information and call me back. 4 hours later, I decided to check back with Susie and guess what? Susie had gone home for the day. And hadn't called me back. I left her a voice message that said, among other things, that I was really very surprised that she hadn't called me back. Actually, between you and me--I'm not that surprised at all, given Roots' customer service up to this point, or rather--lack of it. Anyway, I need to get a good night's sleep so I can get ready to battle it out tomorrow. Details to follow as they occur.
NEXT DAY: Damn! My cell phone's ringer was off and I missed Susie's call. She left me a voice mail that said that the item was being shipped out today and she would call me later to tell me when to expect delivery. And guess what? Hours later I called Susie, since I hadn't heard anything from her--no surprise--and guess where she was? Yep--Susie was gone for the day. I left yet another message for her on her voice mail. I think I might apply for a job at Roots--it sounds great--the hours are great, you get to go home early enough to catch all the TV season premieres, and you seem to have plenty of free time AT work since you don't seem to do any actual work. I wonder what the vacation policy is.
TUESDAY, SEPT. 30: The bag finally arrived. My friend loves it. That's what's important, anyway.