I’ve been on the phone for over half an hour. On my mobile. Ugh. I’m only trying to upgrade my phone since my current contract expired and my phone sucks. I’m not even talking to a different phone company, I’m talking to my existing one. It’s an easy request: sign me up for another 24 month contract and give me a new phone, thank you very much. They already have our details, my phone number, my customer number, etc. Easy.
You’d think anyway. But not when the call centre is in India. Now I have nothing against India, or Indians, but when you’re trying to get service for an Australian product from somewhere else in the world, it just doesn’t work.
I’d been talking to someone for a while, going through all the details, repeating myself a million times: yes I want a new phone, this is the one I want. Yes, I understand I will be on another 24 month contract, etc. We’d gone through the whole thing. He even checked to see if they had any of the phones I wanted in stock. They did, but not the colour I wanted. Oh well, black will do just fine.
“Your account is showing as overdue. I can’t upgrade your phone if your account is overdue.” He told me.
“Well, our account is direct debited, so if it’s overdue, it’s because you guys didn’t take it out on time.”
“It says overdue.”
“Well it’s not.”
“I’ll just check it out for you.” He put me on hold. Again.
“I can see you’ve paid, the system just hasn’t updated it yet. I’ll just put you on hold while I fix it up for you.” Sigh, but at least we were almost done.
“Good evening, Vodafone, this is (I can’t remember, Raj or something) _____” Great, I was supposed to be on hold, not transferred. ARGH!
“Um…I was speaking to someone about an upgrade, but I think he transferred me accidentally instead of putting me on hold.” Giant sigh.
“Ok, I’ll transfer you to upgrades.”
“Good evening, Vodafone, this is _____.”
I said my whole bit again, blah blah blah.
“I’ll just transfer you to upgrades.” Kill. Me. Now.
“Hello, Vodafone, this is ___.”
I told the story again. SIGH.
He didn’t know who I’d been speaking to. I could hear other consultants on the phone to other customers in the background. Maybe a “hey, who was speaking to Sheri??!!” to his collegues would have been a good idea.
Nope, I had to go through the entire process. Again. Sigh. Give him the pin number, tell him which phone, give him our address (they had our old one), let him look it up to see if they were in stock. Yada yada yada.
“I’m sorry, I can’t upgrade you today. Your account is overdue.” Anger and impatience rising…
“No it’s not. The other guy was trying to put me on hold to fix all that up when he accidentally transferred me.”
“It’s overdue. I can’t upgrade you if your account is overdue.”
“It’s not overdue, your system just hasn’t updated the payment yet.” Maybe because you are in India…
“Ok, hold on while I check it.” Yeah, you could have been doing that already, instead of arguing with me about it. I was on hold for ages. Sigh.
“That’s all fine, I can put this through for you now.” Really? That’s what I’d been trying to tell him for the last 20 minutes.
He had to go through all the terms and conditions with me. No worries. Except that I couldn’t really understand him. It’s ok when he’s having a conversation, but when he’s reading a long list of things from a paper? Sounds like garbledy-goop. He was talking really fast, accent flaring. He could have been speaking a different language for all I knew. Luckily I had already read everything online. I like to know what I’m getting myself into ahead of time. I’m all prepared like that.
When I got off the phone, there was a text message waiting for me. “Hi, this is Rahesh from Vodafone, I was speaking to you about an upgrade. Sorry, I accidentally transferred you, I will call you back right away.” Only I was still on the phone when he tried to call, trying with all my might to actually get a new phone. Humph.
Then the phone rang.
“Hello.” I said.
“Hi, this is Rahesh from Vodafone, I was talking to you about your upgrade.”
“Yeah.”
“I tried calling you seven times, but I can see now that you’ve already had it done.” Then why are you calling me???
“Uh…yeah. I got transferred 3 times, and no one knew who I was speaking to, so I couldn’t get back to you.”
He actually sounded cranky. I’m sorry, but whose fault is it that I got transferred??? Yeah, that’s what I though cranky call centre man!
At least I’ll have my new phone next week. About time!
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