I hate telephonic customer service. Well the human part of it usually is fine. The reps are almost invariably polite and helpful. Their service may suck, but they’ll sure be polite about screwing you over. However, getting to them is an ordeal by itself. For that you need to run the gauntlet of the Interactive Voice Response System (made and distributed by the agents of Hell).
There used to be a time when these systems used to be helpful. They would say “Press one to talk to Sales”, “Press two for customer service”, “Press three to talk to Sexy Single Women In Your Area Who Want To Have A Good Time”(Option three might have just been for numbers that I dialed, but I could be wrong. It is quite possible that no matter what the number is that you call; option three will always connect you Sexy Single Women In Your Area Who Want To Have A Good Time. Stranger things have been known to happen).
But someone couldn’t let well enough alone and they decided to make the experience more interactive. Perhaps the powers that be labor under the fond delusion that their customers will believe that a real live human being is talking to them. Let me disabuse them of that notion. NO WE DO NOT. And now we have systems that need you to talk to them. They claim to be more intuitive and able to handle simple responses like “yes” or “no” or “antidisestablishmentarianism”. I wouldn’t mind these systems if only they worked. But they do not. Actually they do work…as instruments of fine torture.
Interactive Voice Response System (hitherto known as The Spawn of Hell): Welcome to We Will Happily Screw You Over Ltd. How may I be of assistance today? Please state the service that you need and I will direct you to the concerned department.
Me (I’m my normal cheerful self at this time, a song on my face and a smile in my heart.): Customer Service.
The Spawn of Hell: Sorry, I did not under stand that. Please repeat what you said.
Me: Customer Service.
The Spawn of Hell: Sorry, I did not under stand that. Please repeat what you said.
Me: Customer Service!
The Spawn of Hell: Okay, I think you said you want to listen to our Long And Torturous Spiel Trying To Sell You Useless Yet Ridiculously Services That Nobody Will Ever Need? Say yes to confirm or no to um…unconfirm.
Me: No!
The Spawn of Hell: Thank you for confirming that.
Me: Oh Fuck me!
The Devils: Sure, bend over.
Me: What?
The Spawn of Hell: I said one moment please.
Me: No you did not! You asked me to bend over! In a nasty perverted voice!
The Spawn of Hell: I said one moment please. The spiel will now begin. Disconnecting during the spiel will require you to listen to it thrice when you call up again. Twice in English and once in Latin.
Thirty minutes later, I have listened to every possible service that they have, their enthusiastic bubbling at having a functional website and their pride in serving the community. All the while with the most irritating possible muzak in the background. And I’ve made the mistake of calling them up on my cell phone. During peak hours. Goodbye minutes.
And finally I get through to customer service.
Me: Hi! (edge of desperation in my voice)
Bored Voice At The Other End: Heylo.
Me: Um…I’m trying to track down a package.
Bored Voice At The Other End: Tracking number please.
Me: 1Z 38E W19 03 6569 372 0
Bored Voice At The Other End: Was that a Z 38E or βΏΘΨ?
Me: (With admirable restraint) Z 38E!
Bored Voice At The Other End: Ah yes. I see it here in the system.
Me: Excellent. What’s up with it? I’ve been waiting all day for it and it’s kinda important.
Bored Voice At The Other End: Hrmppph. Ah yes. We did not feel like delivering it.
Me: Huh?
Bored Voice At The Other End: Yeah, we know we’re UPS, the United Parcel bloddy service, but not so much. We may get around to it tomorrow.
Me: Huh?
Bored Voice At The Other End: Have a nice day and all that shit.
Me: Get back here dammit!
The Spawn of Hell:: Welcome back presciousssssssss!
Me: (Muffled Sobbing)
However, they did deliver the package the next day and I am happy since this is now sitting on a shelf next to my desk.
7 comments:
i think that the complete collection of calvin and hobbes (in hard cover, no less) is well worth that sort of agony.
and yes... why did he stop???
some people were smart and preordered it.
I agree with Kay. Can I be presented the same on my birthday? I might kill for it too...
Congrats dude on the CnH! So, when can I expect you here? And, of course, the huge load of books that I'd ordered. :)
1) Yup. Without a doubt.
2) Who?
3) Well considering I have no clue who you are, delivery might be tough.
4) You aren't getting anything out of me until I get an explanation from you. :D
All you had to do was say a 'yes' and that would've sufficed. It's just a thought anyway and not as if you'd burn in eternal damnation if you didn't. Enjoy!
I guess and I'll order it myself.
It's not my fault you don't come online. When you do, all the explanation that you need will be given. :D
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