A Catalog Of Calls
I work for a small(ish) telecommunications company in their call centre, and we have a few regulars who call up all the time to report various “issues” that they have.
One of these is a very wealthy, very elderly (but sharp as a tack!), and very cantankerous sort of chap, who we know as soon as we see his phone number come up — and he calls for the strangest reasons.
The most recent interaction I had with this customer:
Me: “Good morning, [Company], [My Name] speaking. How can I help?”
Customer: “Right! I’ve just received a catalogue from [Company] in the post. They’re a UK company; they sell clothes and that sort of thing.”
Me: “Okay…”
Customer: “Well, they have a phone number that one can call and make orders, that sort of thing, right?”
Me: “Yes…”
Customer: “Well, I’ve just called it, and the number is out of service!”
Me: “Oh, dear. That’s not good.”
Customer: “Well? What are you going to do about it, then?”
Me: “I’m very sorry, [Customer], but I’m not able to assist you with that. If the company has printed the number wrong, there’s nothing I can do.”
Customer: “Then what the f*** am I paying you for?”
Me: “Sir, you pay us for your landline and broadband services; we’re not responsible for anything outside of that.”
Customer: “That’s barmy! Absolutely barmy!”
And, as per usual, he slammed the phone down. We have to log every call we get, and we can also view past call records. Most customers have five or six pages; this gentleman has twenty-two.