I've been wanting to write this review for a long time and would have given Olivia's zero stars if that was an option. Reaching them on the phone was a nearly impossible, getting the owner to take responsibility for his actions and the actions of his company (or the inaction) was impossible, and finding an employee that could speak for the company or even put the owner in touch with me was an exercise in prolonged frustration.
I went in one day to pick up clothes and couldn't find anyone in the building. After I waited for awhile, called out, and then phoned them the owner Joel came up to the desk disheveled and told me there was an equipment failure and the clothes were not ready but promised me they would be ready if I came in the next day. I gave him my cell number and asked him to have someone call me if they would not be ready the following evening and he agreed.
I called the next day to be sure my clothes were ready, but the phone just rang, no answer and no message. So I drove over and an employee told me the order wasn't ready. Days later I tried calling and couldn't get through, so I drove over again, the owner was there and I asked him for my order and what happened. He couldn't locate my clothes and blamed the employee for the problem saying it was her fault because she didn't get his message. His behavior seemed childish.
I found it disappointing that the owner didn't take "ownership" and told him I was quite frustrated with this experience, not receiving a call, not being able to reach anyone on the phone, and driving over multiple times with the clothes not ready.
While I was speaking with him he turned away and started running the garment conveyor, maybe to continue looking for my clothes but I don't know. He checked out. I asked him if he understood my frustration.
He lashed out a me, got in my face, and instructed me not to treat him like a child. His behavior shocked me. In responding I raised my voice and he started pushing me toward the door and screamed at me to "GET OUT!" I asked him if he could please find my clothes because I never wanted to come back. He just kept screaming for me to get out and when he saw a woman nearby outside the store shouted at her to "CALL THE POLICE!"
I left and sat in my car outside for a bit trying to recover. After a few minuted he came out with my clothes and hung them on the outside of his door for me. Joel is a scary guy and seemed quite unstable. Unfortunately the story doesn't end here.
I had dropped off some clothes when I had been there a few days earlier that weren't due to be ready for several more days. A few days later I went in on a day Joel wasn't supposed to be working the counter. I was hoping to put this place behind me but they didn't have one of my shirts, telling me it had accidentally been delivered to another customer due to a mixup. So I assumed they send the driver back to get my shirt and it's done.
So weeks go by and they say they can't find the shirt and ask me for the receipt to submit to their insurance so I can replace it. I follow their instructions and send the receipt to the email they gave me. I didn't hear anything for weeks. I sent follow up emails and heard nothing. Calling them I usually didn't get anyone to pick up. Finally someone picked up one day and said they were working on it.
This process went on for MONTHS. Absolutely crazy! They never contacted me up to this point. I was all my problem. I resubmitted the receipt and asked for the owner to call me with status but that never happened. After another month or so an employee called me and told me they found my shirt! I was asked if I wanted to pick it up at the shop or have it delivered to my home. I chose home delivery since I had no desire to go back there. Weeks went by and the shirt wasn't delivered.
I got through on the phone and they told me they didn't know where my shirt was. So I had to bite the bullet and go in on a day Joel was there. I walked in, he saw me, and before I spoke he said "You didn't get it? I gave if to my wife to deliver to you." So he blamed his wife for this one. He asked me to describe the shirt which I did, he disappeared into the back for a while and emerged with my shirt. Thank GOD I could put this place in the rearview mirror for good.
A complete nightmare. AVOID THIS PLACE AT ALL COSTS! read more