Heating Oil Poured into Wrong House
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(Steps on to soapbox, clears throat, begins...)
There are so many things I could say here, I scarcely know where to start, but you must know by now that all of us here at SYPH and GH have little trouble expressing ourselves (we live on a soapbox, remember).
First that this even made the FRONT PAGE of CBC.com is astounding. Appparently we're hard up for news this week.
Moving right along... dude in a truck drives up to a house, presumably he checks to make sure he's got the right one (let's give him the benefit of the doubt, shall we?), and proceeds to pump oil into a fill pipe. Now, I've never lived in a house that uses heating oil, so I don't know all the specifics of this, but these are supposed to be professionals delivering this stuff, are they not? I assume that this is a potentially highly dangerous and flammable subtance that they are delivering, not to mention, expensive, especially in this so-called recession and in New Brunswick at that! (I didn't know people actually lived in New Brunswick, but hey, more power to you!)
Let's go back a little way here - Someone called the oil company requesting a delivery. Someone on the other end of the line took the order. Shall we assume that the order-taker is intelligent or dislexic? The order - correct or not - goes to the driver. The driver goes to the house he believes ordered the fuel, but does not verify that he's delivering to the right house. Pump away, my friend, pump away! Meanwhile, the fully finished and furnished basement of this house is being drenched in the rank-smelling fuel. Smart, buddy, smart. The homeowners return to their house, open the door and are met with fumes beyond anything they could ever imagine. Now, if they actually had a furnace that required oil, they may not be surprised by a hint of the magical scent in the air (if they'd actually ordered the fuel), but since the furnace had been removed more than a decade ago, they had a little cause for concern. Further investigation revealed a tidy little spill of 20-30 litres of the stuff in their basement. Poor family who now cannot return to their home until after Christmas because some idiot either couldn't write an order down right or couldn't read the order right. I have a hard time believing that the education system in New Brunswick is so different from those in the provinces I was educated in, but perhaps they concentrate more on... hmm... art class? Apparently simple math (the ability to read and write numbers) and English were excluded in whichever school this poor individual attended. Or maybe, just maybe, this person wasn't even born in Canada, maybe not. Either way, someone needs to go back to kindergarten or just GH.
(bows and steps off soapbox until another day)
Ready... Set... Go!
(Steps on to soapbox, clears throat, begins...)
There are so many things I could say here, I scarcely know where to start, but you must know by now that all of us here at SYPH and GH have little trouble expressing ourselves (we live on a soapbox, remember).
First that this even made the FRONT PAGE of CBC.com is astounding. Appparently we're hard up for news this week.
Moving right along... dude in a truck drives up to a house, presumably he checks to make sure he's got the right one (let's give him the benefit of the doubt, shall we?), and proceeds to pump oil into a fill pipe. Now, I've never lived in a house that uses heating oil, so I don't know all the specifics of this, but these are supposed to be professionals delivering this stuff, are they not? I assume that this is a potentially highly dangerous and flammable subtance that they are delivering, not to mention, expensive, especially in this so-called recession and in New Brunswick at that! (I didn't know people actually lived in New Brunswick, but hey, more power to you!)
Let's go back a little way here - Someone called the oil company requesting a delivery. Someone on the other end of the line took the order. Shall we assume that the order-taker is intelligent or dislexic? The order - correct or not - goes to the driver. The driver goes to the house he believes ordered the fuel, but does not verify that he's delivering to the right house. Pump away, my friend, pump away! Meanwhile, the fully finished and furnished basement of this house is being drenched in the rank-smelling fuel. Smart, buddy, smart. The homeowners return to their house, open the door and are met with fumes beyond anything they could ever imagine. Now, if they actually had a furnace that required oil, they may not be surprised by a hint of the magical scent in the air (if they'd actually ordered the fuel), but since the furnace had been removed more than a decade ago, they had a little cause for concern. Further investigation revealed a tidy little spill of 20-30 litres of the stuff in their basement. Poor family who now cannot return to their home until after Christmas because some idiot either couldn't write an order down right or couldn't read the order right. I have a hard time believing that the education system in New Brunswick is so different from those in the provinces I was educated in, but perhaps they concentrate more on... hmm... art class? Apparently simple math (the ability to read and write numbers) and English were excluded in whichever school this poor individual attended. Or maybe, just maybe, this person wasn't even born in Canada, maybe not. Either way, someone needs to go back to kindergarten or just GH.
(bows and steps off soapbox until another day)
Oh good grief. Yet another "oops, sorry" incident and an innocent victim is traumatized. Not that a mistake can't happen, but come on. This one is kind of out there. Don't these oil delivery guys knock on the door first to make sure they have the right house?
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