This is because I tire of this crap at work. If you respect me, if you don’t name call, if you understand that perhaps I know my product a smidge better than you, we will get along fine. I understand, sometimes I’m dealing with a master of furniture. To be honest, I learn a lot when I meet with a designer. I understand a person who went to college on how furniture is designed has a far better idea about furniture than I do. But guess what? They didn’t pay $20 per chair and table and complain when they were crap. They didn’t pick the shoddiest thing in a catalog and say “I want it,” then complain later for their choice and take it out on me, who would never sell a $20 chair. The chair you picked? The chair you picked is, at minimum, a $70 chair from my company. Minimum. And we don’t glue our seats on. We don’t need glue, because that looks like crap (unless it was grease, then you really need to talk to your cleaning staff).
So when I try to give you a comparison, and I inform you our particle board will hold the screws unlike the crap you purchased, and there is a reason our particle board is three times the price, and that you’re not going to be willing to pay us the price for the butcher block you asked for since it’s over ten times more than the tables you bought, trust me. Don’t make fun of my eyesight (which is actually pretty amazing) or my hearing (which, you’re right, isn’t that great), understand that I understand you. You’re cheap. And a lot of other unflattering things, which I pegged from the get go because you say a lot of hurtful and personal things about a person you don’t know. I hope the seat pads fail.
End Rant (I feel significantly better, as highly unprofessional as this was)
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