A little background:
I'm moving. I got a new job living and working with adjudicated teenage boys in the middle of the forest. I was up there a couple weeks ago for my 'working interview' (stay 48 hours and see how you like it), and I discovered that my cell doesn't work at the camp. It doesn't work within about 15 miles of the camp. That = no good. I did some research and found a company that DOES have service there for a decent company, so I got a plan with them. Meanwhile, I needed to cancel my existing account. I called up customer service (it was about 9:30pm on Sunday, but this is practically a 24-hr operation). I got, of course, India. Lovely.
I explain that I want to cancel my account because I'm moving somewhere where there isn't any service. I'm not unhappy with the service or anything (I had that particular plan for almost 4 years), it's just no longer feasible since I won't get service where I live. Easy enough, right? Evidently not.
Mr. India tried to make every excuse in the book: the cancellation department is closed, you have a balance due so I can't cancel it (I had it sent to auto-deduct), I need this, I need that, etc. I quit listening after like 5 mins and put him on speaker and brought it to my dad. Dad told me to keep repeating "cancel my account now and bill me for what's due". So I did. Holy cow this dude can talk! He kept giving long winded excuses for everything, talking over me. When he finally said he would cancel it for me (after repeating that for like 5 mins), I thanked him and asked for his name. He said it quickly. I asked him to spell it for me. He did, quickly. I had enough. I asked "I can't write that fast, can you? Please spell it slowly so I can write it down". So he gave me the first three letters slow, then the last three or four really fast. Wash, rinse, repeat. Finally, I had the name written down. I then asked for his employee number. "I can't give that to you", he said. "It will be on your account". DUMB THING TO SAY! My response? "If it's going to be on my account, you can certainly give it to me over the phone". Nope, he's still being difficult. I bring the phone out to dad and this dude is talking about who knows what. Dad interrupts "Excuse me. EXCUSE ME! May I speak with your supervisor please?" another lame excuse from Mr. India. Dad persists and FINALLY he says ok and puts us on hold for like 5 mins.
We hung up, called back, and got a sweet lady with a southern-ish accent. A minute later, my account was cancelled.
Now if only we could get a good proctologist in India to remove whatever had crawled up Mr. India's butt, life would be good.
I'm moving. I got a new job living and working with adjudicated teenage boys in the middle of the forest. I was up there a couple weeks ago for my 'working interview' (stay 48 hours and see how you like it), and I discovered that my cell doesn't work at the camp. It doesn't work within about 15 miles of the camp. That = no good. I did some research and found a company that DOES have service there for a decent company, so I got a plan with them. Meanwhile, I needed to cancel my existing account. I called up customer service (it was about 9:30pm on Sunday, but this is practically a 24-hr operation). I got, of course, India. Lovely.
I explain that I want to cancel my account because I'm moving somewhere where there isn't any service. I'm not unhappy with the service or anything (I had that particular plan for almost 4 years), it's just no longer feasible since I won't get service where I live. Easy enough, right? Evidently not.
Mr. India tried to make every excuse in the book: the cancellation department is closed, you have a balance due so I can't cancel it (I had it sent to auto-deduct), I need this, I need that, etc. I quit listening after like 5 mins and put him on speaker and brought it to my dad. Dad told me to keep repeating "cancel my account now and bill me for what's due". So I did. Holy cow this dude can talk! He kept giving long winded excuses for everything, talking over me. When he finally said he would cancel it for me (after repeating that for like 5 mins), I thanked him and asked for his name. He said it quickly. I asked him to spell it for me. He did, quickly. I had enough. I asked "I can't write that fast, can you? Please spell it slowly so I can write it down". So he gave me the first three letters slow, then the last three or four really fast. Wash, rinse, repeat. Finally, I had the name written down. I then asked for his employee number. "I can't give that to you", he said. "It will be on your account". DUMB THING TO SAY! My response? "If it's going to be on my account, you can certainly give it to me over the phone". Nope, he's still being difficult. I bring the phone out to dad and this dude is talking about who knows what. Dad interrupts "Excuse me. EXCUSE ME! May I speak with your supervisor please?" another lame excuse from Mr. India. Dad persists and FINALLY he says ok and puts us on hold for like 5 mins.
We hung up, called back, and got a sweet lady with a southern-ish accent. A minute later, my account was cancelled.
Now if only we could get a good proctologist in India to remove whatever had crawled up Mr. India's butt, life would be good.


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