We could not answer the questions and solve the problem because of which it was not possible to pay for public transport services and others from the purchased number.
The manager just said he didn't know what was going on. 🤦🏻♂️
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Максим Рыжаков
Level 4 Local Expert
October 2
There is no information about the work schedule of the corporate client manager.I arrived at 13:00 and she has lunch.it is clear that it is required by law, but information about the schedule can be posted on the Internet or at least at the entrance, or leave someone on duty from the other managers.
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homo sapiens
Level 7 Local Expert
October 26, 2023
Recently, a difficult one brought me to this salon. I needed a SIM card for a children's watch. First I went to the Beeline salon, but there was a complete emergency. Next to the Tele2 salon. Well, I think Tele2, so Tele2.
I went in, read all the inscriptions inside, 2 seconds to realize the absurdity, let go of the situation, take a coupon. There didn't seem to be many people in front of me, but in the end I had to wait 40 minutes. The staff are polite at first glance. But, as usual, I got the most polite one - named Abylaikhan.
I say, give me a tariff where everything is at a minimum. Here, he answers, the tariff is specifically for hours - everything is at a minimum, there is no Internet. I say, leave the Internet, it will come in handy. He says, okay, finish it a little, you'll have the Internet. Well, I think this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I flip through the blood, the deal is closed.
Already turning around to the exit, I insert the SIM card into the watch, dial myself, and the operator from the speaker of the watch: fuck it, beggar, calls to the numbers of other operators are not provided.
Oop-na!
I turn back, I say, it won't do, my dear, I asked "where everything is at a minimum." He told me: well, dude, he fucked up himself, you should have listened to me more carefully. I say: I deeply bow before your Majesty, I'm sorry, I didn't immediately realize that the client was never right, and always. He said to me: okay, kiss the ring, I forgive you, flip through some more dough, a beggar, I'll sleep you off for a few minutes so that you don't whine.
Rejoicing at the blessing that had descended, he sailed away. For this reason, I humbly ask the blessed Tele2 to elevate this employee to a boyar, and serfs like me will not be allowed into the upper room from now on, because they do not dare to demand from the boyars their pathetic requests to listen carefully.
For this I want to bow out and attach a photo to the honor board.