Ninety-five per cent of the reason customers have internet problems is because they flat out refuse to follow directions, and it would be better to have someone babysit them. This is how one such call went earlier today:
SC: I'm getting a 691 error, whatever that means, and you need to fix it!
Me: I'll need you to verify the username and password you're using.
SC: I know what it is! I put it in there myself.
Me: Yes, sir, but I'm asking you to tell me what it is nonetheless so we can determine why you're having this problem. 691 usually means the password or username are not right.
SC: I know it's right! We're not communicating! Are you India, or America?
Me: Sir, that's not relevant. I need to know what you have on your computer.
SC: It's (gives me the info). Why do you need to ask me these questions?
Me: It will help with why you can't get on to the internet. Now, what is your operating system? Do you have Windows XP, for example?
SC: What f***ing difference does it make? Windows is the same for everyone!
Me: Please refrain from the language, sir. It is not the same as we need to know this to solve the issue.
SC: I think it's Vista, how the hell should I know!
Me: You should know if you use this computer every day. So you think it's Vista?
SC: Look, we aren't communicating! You need to come to my home and do this for me.
Me: We don't do that, sir. If you would just do what I advise, you could solve this problem in two minutes or so.
SC: Fine! I have Vista!
That's as far as I got being afterward, it turned out he had five other internet connections. I tried to get him to delete them, but that was too difficult for him, too. Later on, when I reviewed the notes, it put to rest in my mind why this customer's name sounded familiar. I had spoken to him four months ago, and virtually the same conversation ensued. He had a friend of his call back and have us do it with the friend, AKA Mommy held his hand for him. After his continued frustrations at deleting his connections and my questions to him to set up the service, it was:
Me: Sir, I think it may be best if you had someone that could do hands-on with you, or perhaps have someone call this in where we can set it up over the phone with them.
SC: You son of a bitch! We're aren't communicating.
Me: Sir, have a great day! (And Mr SC hung up).
I should point out he later on called back, and told me I would be sorry on Monday for treating him like I did. Can't wait.
SC: I'm getting a 691 error, whatever that means, and you need to fix it!
Me: I'll need you to verify the username and password you're using.
SC: I know what it is! I put it in there myself.
Me: Yes, sir, but I'm asking you to tell me what it is nonetheless so we can determine why you're having this problem. 691 usually means the password or username are not right.
SC: I know it's right! We're not communicating! Are you India, or America?
Me: Sir, that's not relevant. I need to know what you have on your computer.
SC: It's (gives me the info). Why do you need to ask me these questions?
Me: It will help with why you can't get on to the internet. Now, what is your operating system? Do you have Windows XP, for example?
SC: What f***ing difference does it make? Windows is the same for everyone!
Me: Please refrain from the language, sir. It is not the same as we need to know this to solve the issue.
SC: I think it's Vista, how the hell should I know!
Me: You should know if you use this computer every day. So you think it's Vista?
SC: Look, we aren't communicating! You need to come to my home and do this for me.
Me: We don't do that, sir. If you would just do what I advise, you could solve this problem in two minutes or so.
SC: Fine! I have Vista!
That's as far as I got being afterward, it turned out he had five other internet connections. I tried to get him to delete them, but that was too difficult for him, too. Later on, when I reviewed the notes, it put to rest in my mind why this customer's name sounded familiar. I had spoken to him four months ago, and virtually the same conversation ensued. He had a friend of his call back and have us do it with the friend, AKA Mommy held his hand for him. After his continued frustrations at deleting his connections and my questions to him to set up the service, it was:
Me: Sir, I think it may be best if you had someone that could do hands-on with you, or perhaps have someone call this in where we can set it up over the phone with them.
SC: You son of a bitch! We're aren't communicating.
Me: Sir, have a great day! (And Mr SC hung up).
I should point out he later on called back, and told me I would be sorry on Monday for treating him like I did. Can't wait.


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