Did they say if they had any in stock yet
@Jennymay ?
I'm heading down that way tomorrow and might pop in again and have a look if they do.
Dagree
I rang Caravanland today and these bed ends haven't left Melbourne yet and they don't know when they will. The girl was a bit exasperated actually as she is getting so many calls on these things she is on the phone answering queries half of the day with the standard " sorry, but I haven't a clue when we will get them" and " no, I don't know how they fit and nor does anyone else until they come in" as well as the obligatory "give us a call in a few weeks".
I felt a little sorry for her, but had to roll the eyes a bit because with so many calls and so many potential customers wanting to make a purchase at over $400 a pop this has to be an easy sell if someone would get off their loathsome spotty behinds and get hold of the bloody marketing department and obtain the sodding information. They obviously don't have a departmental sales budget , or if they have then they have done their numbers for the month, failing that are not on a sales bonus, or more likely couldn't give a rat's proverbial about customer service, or even making it easier on themselves by having instant answers that would produce perhaps instant sales with the added bonus of sounding knowledgeable and feeling good about the job they have just done. If nothing else, once the information is out there, the bush telegraph does the rest and people stop asking what must seem bloody dumb questions after the 1000th time of answering.
Maybe I am old fashioned or just plain practical in outlook, but if it was me getting bothered every five minutes with the same question, I would beat this up the tree with the biggest stick in the armoury and would have a variety of pineapples at the ready, in assorted sizes ranging from " Ooh that smarts a bit" to " get that bloody thing away from me" for anyone at head office that was body swerving these simple questions. It is an old saying, but this is neither rocket science nor brain surgery.
Rant over. I need a beer(s).