Customer Service and the Number 1 Sin

The number 1 sin that businesses commit all the time.

Yes, it’s raging rampant in the private, government, for-profit, and not-for-profit sectors.

The lack of a human operator.

When you call a company and the first thing you hear is a computer generated voice that wants to know what language you speak, every personal piece of information about you from who you went to kindergarten with to every line of your latest tax filing, and then demands you listen to a list from at least 1 to 9 for push-a-number selection, ONLY to be rewarded (once the drone has gone on for so long your head is throbbing) with ELEVATOR music and a “We’re sorry, all operators are busy now-Click” at the other end of the line, YOU KNOW the real message is….

BUZZ OFF, GO AWAY, STOP BOTHERING US!

Let’s name some guilty parties, shall we…

Medicaid in Florida

Department of Children and Families in Florida

These two agencies alone can keep you on the phone for two days straight, let’s say 8 hours of calling, without ever hearing a human voice or getting a response. But wait…they may eventually answer…don’t let that deceive you, their computer will be down, or they won’t find your SS#, or something, so you’ll be advised to apply all over again…from scratch!

FedEX.  I just got off the phone from them. Why? I was supposed to be call them so they could deliver a package, because they can’t find my house!!!!

FedEX. They are jetting around the globe, but they can’t find my house. Granted, it’s not to big. HERE FedEX, ever here of Google Maps, Yahoo Maps, or GPS!. Give them a try.

But there was Ms. Sweet Computer Voice, asking how she could help me. When really the question was, “How was I being forced to help them?”

Well, it’s been a long summer. I can sum it up in one word DOOR! I am grumpy. I am getting grumpier. Heck, I’m even angry at this point.

BUT, is it absolutely necessary that in order to buy  a door I must be a door expert to the point of calling the door factories, the lock factories, and learning about the entire industry from the inside out. Must I draw a map of my house which has been here for close to thirty years so someone can deliver a simple package.

Honestly, I’m tired of paying others to do the WORK that I AM THEN FORCED TO DO MYSELF, for, here’s the kicker, FREE.

So that’s American business today, charge your customer outrageous prices to let them do the work for themselves.

What a difference a knowledgable, human voice would make! Want that? Then call All County Lock and Key, Port St. Lucie, Florida.  772-878-6004. Remember what it feels like to talk to a human and get some customer service.

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Head stuck in the dryer

Well, I’ve just emerged from having my head stuck in the dryer, squatted cleaning dog poop out of it. Yes. Disgusting. A task I should have tackled last night, but just couldn’t wrap myself around, having done load after load after load of laundry all day long.

How did this happen you may ask? The head in the dryer. Well, while cooking dinner last night, the all important question arose? Where’s LUKE? This is always a question lurking with danger. Well, we found him. In the garage. With the dogs. One dog had apparently been immersed in the washer, and then tumbled in the dryer-both working full steam with loads full of clothes and now also, a dog. A wet, scared, and pooping dog. Poor Pi! Well, Arielle wisked both dogs away and soothed them, gave them baths in the tub (what an ingenious place to clean a dog!), and they were as good as new. Thankfully.

WARNING: Do not read the following while eating.

That is until this morning. When I myself emerged from the dryer, got both loads of clothes clean again, and heard from Luke. “Pi sick.” Sure enough he had thrown up. So I got that cleaned up. I suppose any poor dog whose been so traumatized the night before deserves to be sick as often as they need. But then poor Luke, seeing that, throws up himself. So, now my house isn’t clean-is that the world’s most impossible task or what?-but it is clean of poop and well, the aftermath. And that’s one small victory! And I’m so desperate for these little victories, I’ll take it.

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The Lukester

Hello and welcome.

Luke is my eight year old son. IQ: 68-69. That qualifies as mildly, or in some states, educably mentally retarded/disabled/challenged/handicapped.

Following the bell curve 100 is the average IQ.

Add 30 to make 130 and you qualify as gifted with an intelligence in the top 2% of the population.

Subtract 30 to make 70 and you qualify as mentally retarded in the bottom 2% of the population. That’s where Luke falls.

Since he turned two, and actually maybe before, life has been a real adventure, full of a lot of frustration, expense, drama, terror, and demolition. But he’s also the most charming, handsome, sweet, lovable little being ever created. And there are a lot of stories.

So maybe this blog will help preserve them. Turn this life we lead into a life worth living, provide some purpose, and allow you, the reader, a glimpse inside life with Luke. Maybe it will help us find solutions to some of our problem-solving needs or help you, if you face a life like ours. Because not a lot of people do. And it’s not always easy. But it’s rarely boring. Although a lot of our stories follow the same recurring theme, “Where’s Luke?” A phrase to strike terror into the heart of the mighty.

 

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