It's been a little silent here at Riches to Rags because I've been working AND going to school (more on that this weekend!) However, I wanted to take a moment and get my soapbox back out with the hope of bringing Chrysler to its knees.
Yeah, I know my readership isn't large enough to do that...but one can always hope, right? Maybe the CEO reads my blog! Or his wife! Or HIS MOM. (He's been a baaaaad boy, Mrs. CEO's mom. Lemme tell you all about it...
In the words of several mechanics I've recently had the immense pleasure to meet, EVERY CHRYSLER (including JEEPS) will at some point in its life have its evaporator core crack (a cracked evaporator core means no A/C. I realize A/C is a luxury but try getting through a humid Illinois summer without A/C. Once the thermometer hits 90 degrees, I get STABBY.) Anyhoo, it costs between $1100-$1300 in my area (central IL) to fix it. I repeat- EVERY CHRYSLER (including JEEPS) will have this issue. Why? Why does this keep happening to poor Jeeps across the nation? The world???
Chrysler knows about this issue but keeps putting a cheap, shoddy part into their cars to save money. I've had two Jeeps now- I always thought I would be a Jeep-for-life kind of girl. But I will never buy another one again- not only because they willingly put a cheap, shoddy part into their cars but because when I sent a nicely worded email explaining my story and how their shortcut can affect a single mom with not a lot of extra cash (hoping humanizing the issue would help create change) I was completely blown off with a "Your car isn't under warranty anymore. Have a good day."
Thanks a bunch to you, "Christopher, your customer service representative."
So if you own a Chrysler get ready for this charge because it WILL happen to your car sooner or later (most likely later, after the warranty runs out.) Now, with my savings gone and no money to take my kiddo on a little vacay we had planned before school starts (first time getting away in four very rough years) I will step off my soapbox. I just wanted to warn everyone I can about this well-known flaw I knew nothing about.
And I hope "Christopher, your customer service representative" gets horrible, flaming hemorrhoids. Douchebag.
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Friday, July 5, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Professional Tip #542
If you're emailing someone you don't personally know, and you can't tell from their name if they are male or female - DON'T PUT MR. BEFORE THE LAST NAME.
And it's ALWAYS a man who does it. Ignorant douchebags.
*Is it obvious I've received more than one "Dear Mr. Rags" emails this week? Didn't think so...
And it's ALWAYS a man who does it. Ignorant douchebags.
*Is it obvious I've received more than one "Dear Mr. Rags" emails this week? Didn't think so...




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Monday, November 8, 2010
Because I Really Am That Important
Bluetooth phones. Bluetooths. Blueteeth?
Nothing else makes someone think, "I am so damn important that I just may get one of my many important phone calls while talking to you. And I must take that important call because it is so much more important than the not-important conversation I'm currently having with you."
While everyone else is thinking, "Just wearing that thing shows what a self-absorbed, tasteless, clueless schmuck you are. And when you're walking around on your 'important' phone call, you look like a king douchebag talking to himself."
Actually, I don't think I've ever seen a woman wearing a Bluetooth. Mostly just middle-aged men. With big fat beer guts.
Because if THAT doesn't turn me on, the Bluetooth will surely seal the deal.
Nothing else makes someone think, "I am so damn important that I just may get one of my many important phone calls while talking to you. And I must take that important call because it is so much more important than the not-important conversation I'm currently having with you."
While everyone else is thinking, "Just wearing that thing shows what a self-absorbed, tasteless, clueless schmuck you are. And when you're walking around on your 'important' phone call, you look like a king douchebag talking to himself."
Actually, I don't think I've ever seen a woman wearing a Bluetooth. Mostly just middle-aged men. With big fat beer guts.
Because if THAT doesn't turn me on, the Bluetooth will surely seal the deal.




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