Two recent experiences in the realm of spending my money have left me flabbergasted.
Home Depot
We put a new deck on our house this summer. If anyone in New York’s Capital Region is looking for a very skilled and dedicated contractor —“ let me know. This guy did a great job.
Now that we have an aircraft carrier size deck we need deck furniture.
My wife and I were in no hurry to buy it. We wanted to shop around and find the right thing.
We found a very nice set on the Home Depot website. I put the items in my wishlist to save them for later.
I had some reward point gift certificates coming. I chose Home Depot as my reward so I could offset the cost of the furniture ($500 worth of offset —“ cool).
I received the certificates and guess what —“ Home Depot doesn’t accept its own gift certificates on its website (poor IT department I guess —“ can’t integrate the gift certificate database with the website —“ ooops).
So on Friday, July 28th I ventured to the nearby Home Depot (Washington Ave., Albany).
We’ve always had a lot of luck in the store. The associates were helpful and knowledgeable. We purchased a lot of major stuff for our house there.
I shopped around some and looked at what was in stock. They didn’t have the patio set we wanted but I did find a Home Depot Direct display. Big sign, catalogue, and some cards —“ fill out the card noting the SKU and description marking where you want the stuff sent, and take it to the service counter to order it. This is going to be easy.
I went up to the counter and asked a few questions.
Can your order this?
Sure, I just have to call Home Depot Direct to make sure the stuff is still in stock.
Can I pay with a Home Depot gift certificate?
Sure, no problem.
So I went home and checked the SKU’s against the website. It’s what we wanted. After devotions at church that night I stop by Home Depot to place the order (I’m wearing my black clerical clothes). Patrice is at the counter.
Hi, can you order this for me?
I don’t know what this is. I’ve never seen it.
It’s an order form for patio furniture.
No, can’t, we don’t sell patio furniture anymore —“ it’s out of season.
Ummmm, but your sign and the man I spoke to this afternoon, and ummmm.
Now note, Patrice at the service counter was the only staff member there. She was making calls to let people know that their special orders were in.
The conversation continues:
This afternoon I spoke with the service rep and he said it would be no problem.
The sign is wrong. We don’t sell patio furniture now.
It’s July. Ummmm, he said if you call Home Depot direct and the stuff was available it could be ordered.
Do you want to talk to a manager?
Sure.
Bill the manager shows up. I take him to the catalogue and sign, show him the cards, etc. He gets a phone number out of the catalogue and goes back to the counter. He tells another associate to call Home Depot Direct.
The associate calls and low-and-behold they can order everything.
The service rep is not happy. Patrice has calls to make, stuff to do.
I’ve been there a half-hour already. A line is forming behind me with all sorts of special requests and cart loads of returns. Bill the manager is standing by the door in plain sight with four or five other associates. They’re enjoying the evening.
Patrice enters all the info in her computer. As she’s doing this she explains that she works one evening a week. She’s not used to this stuff.
Patrice places the order and gives me all the papers telling me to sign an agreement. I look it over first.
Ummmm, where is the delivery information?
It will be delivered here; you have to pick it up.
Ummmm, I checked the box on the form that said I want it delivered to my house.
We can’t do that. Nothing can be delivered to your house.
But the form says…
I don’t know.
Well, I can’t pick it up. I have no means to do so and I can’t handle it physically anyway.
We can’t deliver.
Please back out the order and give me a refund, I don’t want it if it can’t be delivered.
Let me see.
She spends a long while trying to add delivery to the order. She cannot figure out how to do it nor how much to charge for delivery.
The line is about twelve people long. They are getting ticked (and slightly amused in a fatalistic sense) and we all watch the manager and the other associates milling about.
Patrice has been pounding the computer now trying to enter delivery.
I don’t know what to charge you.
Another associate wanders by. He volunteers to get involved.
We should check the website.
OK
The website says shipping is free
Huh!?!
It’s free
Patrice tells me that she can’t enter any shipping info in the current order.
Why don’t you just order on-line?
Because the on-line store doesn’t take gift certificates.
That’s why you had to come here?
Yep.
The manager and other associates are still standing by the door. They were watching a train wreck as it occurs.
An associate wanders over attempting to help the other customers in line. It’s been an hour and fifteen minutes. Patrice scolds him, telling him that he doesn’t have the appropriate customer service access levels. I bet the manager could have helped…
Patrice proceeds to cancel my order and re-enter the order. She’s now done the same keystrokes three times. The line is long and a woman begins arguing with Patrice about customer service and God.
Well then God bless you
I already have His blessing
No, God bless you, etc., etc.
I almost fell over.
I look it all over. Everything looks fine. It says that the order will be delivered on Friday, August 4th. After an hour and a half I leave the store.
Yesterday was August 7th. I called last night to see where my furniture was. They say I’ll have it today. We’ll see.
I have experienced really lousy service before. I’ve experienced people who do not know anything about what they are selling. I’ve experienced bad manners and rudeness. On July 28th I experienced it all and more, and the experience was brought to me by the shareholder-associates of Home Depot.
If I were a Home Depot executive I’d cash in those stock options and convert them to cash ASAP.