oxymoron: n., a combination of incongruous words; also,
something (as a concept) that is made up of contradictory or incongruous
elements (Merriam-Webster.com)
As of this writing, I think I have spoken
with everyone at the phone company except Ernestine, trying to get my telephone
service straightened out. As of this
writing, my telephone service is still somewhat awry. But we are getting there.
I hate to say this (well, not really), but
I am of the generation that grew up with land-line phones. I didn’t even own my first phone: it belonged to Ma Bell, that behemoth utility
that was governmentally dissected by the Telecommunications Act of 1996. While deregulation may have been good for
competition, it certainly was not good for me.
These last few weeks have found me waxing nostalgic for the days I could
plug a phone into a jack and walk away.
Miraculously, the phone rang.
Don’t get me wrong. I have grown to love technology. It took me barely a week to become addicted
to my “smart phone” and barely two weeks to use up my month’s allotted
data. Nevertheless, if I had wanted to
work in IT, I would have become a techie.
I don’t really care how my
technology works. I just want it to
work.
I also don’t want to work for the phone
company. After these last weeks, I am
sure my phone company (which shall remain nameless for fear of technological
reprisals) doesn’t want me working for it, either. However, I have spent the equivalent of a
40-hour work week trying to get my phones to ring and my internet service to
stream. Let me tell you, it ain’t
easy. And it ain’t over.
All I really wanted was to disconnect my fax
line (show of hands: who has actually
received a fax lately?) and change my billing number (which has been wrong
since I moved my office into my house two years ago). How those seemingly simple requests
translated into the following, I still have no idea:
1. new
billing number even “wronger” that the old one
(in no way related to any existing phone number);
2. all phone lines disconnected; and
3. internet
service disconnected.
Round One in my attempt to solve the
problem began in the Customer Service Department.
Customer Service Rep No. 1:
Your service was disconnected because you
have not paid your final
bill.
Me:
But I haven’t received my final bill.
Customer Service Rep. No. 1:
Okay, let’s
get you to the Finance Department.
Round Two took me to
the Finance Department and Customer Service Rep No. 2.
Me:
I’d like to pay my final bill and get my service connected.
Customer
Service Rep No. 2:
Okay, you can pay
your final bill but we can’t connect your service.
Me:
Why can’t you connect my service?
Customer Service Rep No. 2:
This account no longer exists.
You need to set up service under the new account number.
Me:
I don’t have a new account number yet.
Customer Service Rep No. 2:
Okay, let’s get you to the Customer Service
Department.
Round Three occurred
back in the Customer Service Department and went like this:
Customer Service Rep No. 3:
That’s ridiculous! Of course we can connect your new
service.
It has nothing to do with the
final bill. What’s the new account
number?
Me:
I
don’t have it yet. I don’t even have a
final bill for the old number.
Customer Service Rep No. 3:
Okay, then, I just need your new phone
number.
(Note: This is where Customer Service Rep No. 3
informed me that there was a new account number and it was connected to a phone
number that did not exist. Anywhere. At all.)
After two days and
still no service, I received a curt email from Customer Service Rep No. 3 which
went something like this:
Customer Service Rep No. 3:
I have been working diligently to resolve
this problem for you, but I cannot help you
until you pay your final bill. The number for the Finance Department is….
So I started all over
with Customer Service Rep No. 4. Who
stayed on the phone with me and the Finance Department while I paid the final
bill I still have not received as of this writing. Customer Service Rep No. 4 set up the new
account with the correct phone numbers and followed up with a cheery email that
all would be restored within 24 hours.
One could only hope.
You know where this is
going.
Suffice it to say that
all is not restored and may never be restored.
By the time I spoke with Customer Service Rep No. 11, I was ready to
disconnect everything and go totally wireless. However, visions of Hurricane
Sandy and Snowmageddon reminded me that only land-line phones worked during
those disasters (but, pray tell, where can I buy a land-line phone these
days?).
I guess I should count
my blessings. As of today, I do have one
phone line working and internet service streaming. One line to go…
Check out vintage Ernestine at the link below:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9e3dTOJi0o
so let me start by saying that back in the day, I was a customer service rep at the phone company when there was only one phone company, Ah, those were the days :)
ReplyDeleteAnd, here's the difference between you and me Mary. I never get to customer service rep number 3. I ask for a manager, and when that doesn't work, I ask for the CEO. That one rarely fails
And I am sure you were a great customer service rep! I may take your lead and ask for a manager next round ;)
DeleteWell I can tell you that the "phone" company about ruined my life...seriously. And it all began with the removal of my second line, which was a dedicated fax line. Two months later...yep 2 months with spotty phone service, internet on and off, bogus billing charges, countless apologies, speaking with supervisors TO the supervisors...I kicked this company out of my house and went with another company. I ended up partially bald from yanking out my hair, and my voice is now permanently hoarse from all the yelling. I will NEVER buy anything from AT & T again. Good Luck finding the CEO. I sent a letter fedx overnight and got no response. Believe me, I feel your pain
ReplyDeleteMy husband gets into these wrangles with "service" providers regularly. His tip is to always get the name of everyone you talk to--they may perform better if they think they'll be held accountable. Our big hassle is the medical billing field, where in our admittedly special case, Medicare is our secondary, not primary provider, and our primary insurance is not through my husband's company, but a union. Makes their little minds boggle.
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