Having Serious Issues with MaritzCX (UPDATE: Now Resolved with Total Satisfaction and Utmost Professionalism)
Warning: For Full Access Please Log In or Create an Account (Free)
Create an Account or Log In
Membership is free. Simply choose your username, type in your email address, and choose a password. You immediately get full access to the forum.
It helps if you envision this situation whenever you need to deal with Maritz: Picture a rundown brick building in some small town in rural Missouri. Martiz occupies the second floor, above Floyd's Five and Dime Store. Slant parking out front. Walk up the rickety wooden steps and there they are. Maritz. A few dozen scuffed old wooden desks, and at each, an older person sitting there with a black rotary-dial telephone and a rolodex. No computers. No email. Probably not even a fax machine, as that would be too new-fangled for Maritz. . A pitcher of sweet tea, some chipped mugs and a half-eaten red velvet cake on a table in the corner. And faded plastic flowers in dusty pink vases randomly placed among outdated copies of the church bulletin.
That's the scene I picture whenever I deal with Maritz anyway.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/15/2017 04:37PM by BlueMoose.
That's the scene I picture whenever I deal with Maritz anyway.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/15/2017 04:37PM by BlueMoose.
It helps if you envision this situation whenever you need to deal with Maritz: Picture a rundown brick building in some small town in rural Missouri. Martiz occupies the second floor, above Floyd's Five and Dime Store. Slant parking out front. Walk up the rickety wooden steps and there they are. Maritz. A few dozen scuffed old wooden desks, and at each, an older person sitting there with a black rotary-dial telephone and a rolodex. No computers. No email. Probably not even a fax machine, as that would to too new-fangled for Maritz. . A pitcher of sweet tea, some chipped mugs and a half-eaten red velvet cake on a table in the corner. And faded plastic flowers in dusty pink vases randomly placed among outdated copies of the church bulletin.
That's the scene I picture whenever I deal with Maritz anyway.
You are hilarious!
The majority of Maritz CX employees are not allowed to have email so it usually does not make sense to try to email them. There are a few exceptions but that comes with time.
Really? Employees not allowed to have email for a business company?
Can't tell if you're joking or serious.
If serious, why wouldn't they be allowed?
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/15/2017 07:29AM by shoptastic.
It helps if you envision this situation whenever you need to deal with Maritz: Picture a rundown brick building in some small town in rural Missouri. Martiz occupies the second floor, above Floyd's Five and Dime Store. Slant parking out front. Walk up the rickety wooden steps and there they are. Maritz. A few dozen scuffed old wooden desks, and at each, an older person sitting there with a black rotary-dial telephone and a rolodex. No computers. No email. Probably not even a fax machine, as that would to too new-fangled for Maritz. . A pitcher of sweet tea, some chipped mugs and a half-eaten red velvet cake on a table in the corner. And faded plastic flowers in dusty pink vases randomly placed among outdated copies of the church bulletin.
That's the scene I picture whenever I deal with Maritz anyway.
You are hilarious!
Geez.
I thought Maritz was a giant company. They have global offices too from the listings on their website.
I am being 100% serious. You can do a forum search on Maritx for the past year or so and you will find a bunch of threads regarding this MSC and their antiquated policies.
The majority of Maritz CX employees are not allowed to have email so it usually does not make sense to try to email them. There are a few exceptions but that comes with time.
Really? Employees not allowed to have email for a business company?
Can't tell if you're joking or serious.
If serious, why wouldn't they be allowed?
wow....I can totally picture this.
It helps if you envision this situation whenever you need to deal with Maritz: Picture a rundown brick building in some small town in rural Missouri. Martiz occupies the second floor, above Floyd's Five and Dime Store. Slant parking out front. Walk up the rickety wooden steps and there they are. Maritz. A few dozen scuffed old wooden desks, and at each, an older person sitting there with a black rotary-dial telephone and a rolodex. No computers. No email. Probably not even a fax machine, as that would be too new-fangled for Maritz. . A pitcher of sweet tea, some chipped mugs and a half-eaten red velvet cake on a table in the corner. And faded plastic flowers in dusty pink vases randomly placed among outdated copies of the church bulletin.
That's the scene I picture whenever I deal with Maritz anyway.
"I told myself to quit you; but I don't listen to drunks." -Chris Stapleton
Sorry, only registered users may post in this forum.