■■■■■■■ useless accounts payable drones who ■■■■ around when you want them to send an invoice so I can give them money.
You’ve given me something.
I’m attempting to pay you for it. This is the good bit for you, the bad bit for me.
I’ve told you my order number. I’ve told you the date.
Your sale order number? Why the ■■■■ would I know your internal sale order number? Why do I care?
Serial number the job was for? What does that matter, you do one job on this unit per year.
Delivery date? Nup, don’t care about that either.
Get absolutely stuffed! Waste my time with any of this crap = no payment for you.
Don’t go through the back and forth bullshit, … just find a new Dance Partner with a better offer, … and tell them Match it, or I’m gone.
Pack of thieving barstards they are, … best bet is to keep changing to whoever offers the best deal, and not even bother giving them the chance to match after they pull the con on you IMO.
Went to see a mate’s band play yesterday in a suburban pub. Ordered a pot for me and a softie for Mrs Two Dogs. Bar man tells me it’s $9. I hand him a $10 note and, in the absence of a tip jar on the bar, tell him to keep the change. He adopts a sarcastic tone and says ‘Are you sure?’. It actually took a moment for me to realise what he meant by which time he’d wandered off. What actually annoyed me was that I was too slow and missed a chance to reconsider and ask for my change. Not sure what he thought I might have done differently - maybe reef another $5 out of my wallet to acknowledge his superior beer pulling skill, but it left me thinking some people ought to rethink their choice to work in the so-called hospitality industry. Had my beer and left 10 minutes into the gig.