People are stupid. Extremely stupid. My name is Winston and I work as a customer service representative for Telescreen Inc. It is a large and prominent company that covers media products such as computers, televisions, internet, and phones. This blog began as a means of proving the population's innate stupidity. So click along and enjoy the ride as I descend into the world of extremely stupid people...
What do we all want? To save money and get our way, duh. Fear not, gentle reader, I’ve got the inside scoop on the customer service system. In Super Department, I know the ins and outs of every facet of the call center. Scroll down to learn how to manipulate the customer service system and get anything you want.
This will be a continuing series that will first appear in posts, and then permanently be placed in a page called “How To Guide.” The customer service system can be manipulated as long as you know how to do it. I know all the secrets of Telescreen and I’m happy to spill them all…
How To Protect Yourself From Identity Theft
One of the things I deal with a lot in Super Department is identity theft. Anytime a customer even mentions it, the frontline reps are required to send them over to us. Which is a lot of fun, because most people are pissed off, generally at us. No Cletus, I didn’t steal your identity, I don’t want to be a dirty Redneck living in a fucking trailer outside of Hays, Kansas. Now that I think about it, identity theft really is serious, because the only thing worse than one dumbass Redneck is two!
We have a strict protocol when dealing with identity theft at Telescreen. We can’t tell the people anything about the account and have to refer them to the identity theft team. Seems easy enough, but people flip their shit. Hell, I’d be pissed too, but us reps get in hot ass water if we spill the beans. Damn, this identity theft business seems like some serious shit. Fortunately there are some solid ways to avoid having to talk to my uncaring self when someone sets up shitty Telescreen service in your name.
The definition of identity theft is when someone uses your personal information without your permission. Talk about a bullshit definition right there. Who the fuck would give permission to borrow their identity? “Don’t worry, I’ll give it back to you next week, I promise.” I mean, come on, this isn’t like borrowing a Con Air DVD or something.
Some people are just such raging assholes it’s ridiculous. They call up customer service and bully the reps into giving them what they want, all while verbally attacking and putting down the people that are helping them. I at least have the satisfaction of knowing that when they call me, I could give a fuck about their general existence on this earth, let alone their stupid fucking TV problems.
A call came in and must have been a cell phone, because it broke up a bit. I thought it sounded like some sort of salutation, but I wasn’t completely sure.
Winston: “I’m good, how are you?”
Customer: “What? I didn’t ask how you were. I asked if you have my account in front of you. Is that too much for you to handle?”
Winston: “I have your account here, what can I help you with?”
Customer: “Well then why don’t you look over my account and figure it out yourself?”
Apparently bitching is easy, but explaining is far too difficult.
Winston: “Well I see you’re trying to order a replacement remote.”
Customer: “No, I ordered a remote five times and five of you idiots failed. If they were working for me, they would all be fired. You are in a position of authority and you need to get this done NOW!”
When I’m on the phone with people, I’d say a solid fourth of the time I have to listen to babies crying or kids fucking screaming. Usually into the phone. Loudly. Constantly.
Now I don’t have any kids, but if I did, I’d probably try to tell them to shut the fuck up. Well, I’d try to explain to them that they shouldn’t scream like raving fucking lunatics while I’m on the phone fixing the goddamn Internet.
As for babies, I’d wouldn’t try to reason with them, because they’re babies. They can’t fucking talk. They just shit and sleep, so there’s no hope of reasoning there.
Yet some customers would argue otherwise. I was going over a customer’s bill and had to keep raising my voice to be heard over the screaming baby right by the receiver of her phone.
Customer: “Hold on sir. EXCUSE ME! Now what were you saying?”
The baby continued to cry because it didn’t quite understand what the fuck she was saying. I started talking again.
Customer: “Hold on, hold on. Um, excuse me! Are you serious right now? Can’t you see I’m on the damn phone?”
A lot of times, Angry Assholes just call in to complain. It seems like they aren’t actually calling to solve an issue, they just want to bitch someone out to make themselves feel better. They like to make a point to the call-center workers that they aren’t happy, which usually comes across loud and clear when they’re screaming “fuck you.”
One woman could not be appeased no matter what I did. She just wanted to be an asshole. Boy did she succeed.
Customer: “You better cancel my account or I’m calling the BBB!”
Winston: “Again, ma’am, I cannot cancel your account because we have a contract on file. Why don’t you tell me why you want to cancel and maybe we can figure out how to make the service better.”
Customer: “I’m not satisfied.”
Customer: “Um…the signal.”
I put her on hold and surprisingly was able to get a tech out that same day and waive the charge.
Winston: “Well…it looks like I can get a tech to your home by this afternoon and I am able to waive the charge.”
My calls are about 50/50. I’d say roughly 50% of the time the calls are uneventful and therefore amazing. 40% of the time a customer flips shit on me and has a fucking fit over something stupid. The other 10% are, well, just a little different…
Winston: “Okay ma’am, I think that settles your payment, you should be all good to. Is there anything else I can help you with today?”
Customer: “I know my nurse told me not to flirt, but I just can’t help it. Do you have yourself a wife Mr. Winston?”
Winston: “Um, no, but I don’t think this is…”
Oh no, this isn’t happening.
Customer: “Hot dog! How about a girlfriend?”
Nope, it’s happening. Better lay down the law and hang up before it gets any weirder.
Winston: “Yes, I do have a girlfriend, now is there anything else I can help you…”
Customer: “Ah, shoot! Well you call me if you ever break up.”
There’s no denying Telescreen is an evil company. So very, very evil.
Big Brother, the dickweed that runs the place is one of the richest men in the US and treats his business like a totalitarian dictator. The company was founded on a set of principals where the upper echelon steps on others, manipulates employees, and will do anything in order to turn just the most miniscule of additional profit. I guess there’s a reason it keeps getting named the worst company to work for.
Surely, there are a lot of Telescreen customers that agree with that sentiment.
Customer: “Listen here pal, you may be a nice guy, I don’t know you. But you work for an asshole company and you know what? That makes you an asshole too. Good like with your life, asshole.”