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FWIW, my old boss used to call me his Junk Yard Dog and sic me on non-performing departments to get things straightened out. This sort of thing also happens in my marriage, with Josh telling companies "listen, you can deal with me or you can talk to my wife. She's an Irish Jew from Brooklyn" which usually makes them a bit more cooperative. Hey, I grew up with lawyers and some of that has rubbed off - I am very effective.
Looks like I'm going to have to invoke my inner junk yard dog on the dealership where we bought my car (Nov 9th) since we still haven't received the registration. We've already been through this before in late December (I believe) and they (Regan) don't seem to feel it's their responsibility to call me to let me know the temp is expiring and the registration still hasn't arrived. Granted, it's my responsibility to make sure the temp hasn't expired and I certainly do but I'm getting very tired of calling them to find out what's going on and realizing they have no idea that: a) the temp is expiring and b) they still haven't received the paperwork from the bank.
Needless to say, I don't think we're ever going to buy another car from them. Which is a shame - they are the only VW/Mazda dealer on the Island and I really do like their cars.
Update: Regan called me back, explained she would likely have it all taken care of by the beginning of next week and that it was the dealer's fault. Grr.
Looks like I'm going to have to invoke my inner junk yard dog on the dealership where we bought my car (Nov 9th) since we still haven't received the registration. We've already been through this before in late December (I believe) and they (Regan) don't seem to feel it's their responsibility to call me to let me know the temp is expiring and the registration still hasn't arrived. Granted, it's my responsibility to make sure the temp hasn't expired and I certainly do but I'm getting very tired of calling them to find out what's going on and realizing they have no idea that: a) the temp is expiring and b) they still haven't received the paperwork from the bank.
Needless to say, I don't think we're ever going to buy another car from them. Which is a shame - they are the only VW/Mazda dealer on the Island and I really do like their cars.
Update: Regan called me back, explained she would likely have it all taken care of by the beginning of next week and that it was the dealer's fault. Grr.
