So yesterday I got a call from a CW asking if I could come in early this morning. We've been so busy putting out halloween merch that we haven't been able to get out the boxes and boxes of general stock. So I go in 6-9, when we open. I get almost everything out when 9 am comes around. I'm dressed in sweats and a t shirt so I'm not allowed to deal with customers, just how I want it. I finish getting a box of books unpacked and a woman runs up to me...woah, where'd she come from? It's 8:45...
Me: I'm sorry, is the front door open?
SC: No, why is that??!
Me: We're not open yet, how'd you get in here?
SC: Oh, the front door wouldn't open, so I checked the back.
Me:...could you please follow me to the front, I'll have to ask you to wait outside until we open. (The lady very politely complies)
I went to the back, closed the door, let my CW know about what had happened, then took out a box of candy to get out really quick before I leave. I look out the window and there're 5 ladies out there waiting to get in. It's 5 minutes to opening, I just ignore them. One of the ladies knocks on the door. Again, I ignore her. If the door is locked, the logical conclusion is that we're not open. Too bad some people don't have good logic. I finish, grab my stuff, clock out, and go to open the door. I have my purse on my arm, my keys in my hand, I'm dressed as I said in sweats and flip flops. Suddenly I have 3 people asking me to show them where stuff is and why wouldn't we unlock the door if we were here and can I return stuff without a receipt and blah blah blah. My response:
Me: Lo siento, no hablo ingles.
You don't have to read any further, only the top part is about customers
And off to school I go. Speaking crappy spanish actually helped me twice today. My laptop fried and all I wanted is to know the price of a new recovery disk. You have to call tech support for this information, so I was prepared to be connected to an outsourced center. I literally went through 4 people who could not understand me. I don't have an accent, well, I speak a litter balmorese. Like saying wer-ter instead of water and warshington and warshing machine and balmore. My best friend is Indian, but the people I was connected to I just couldn't understand. I think it might be because they're trying to speak with an American accent which garbles things.
All I want to know is how much is a recovery disk for my computer. No one could figure out what I was asking. In a fit of madness I said this when the fourth person I was transferred to picked up (btw, I never asked to be transferred, I was nothing but polite and I never once sounded frustrated-the amount of patience I have is amazing)
O: Can I have your name?
Me: Hablas espanol?
O: I'm sorry?
Me: No espanol?
O: Are you speaking english?
Me: Necessito espanol...Spanish
O: Oh, one moment please.
I was transferred and by this time didn't really care what happened because I was almost home and would be able to look the information on my desktop.
New O: Hola, como estas.
Me: I'm sorry, do you speak English?
New O: Oh, yes. How can I help you?
Guess what, the guy was American, I got the information looked up in under a minute, and was on my way. I don't want to sound like a buttface about outsourcing, but it really is frustrating when there's that barrier between you and customer support.
And now a little something I found out about a CW
One of my CWs is so sweet, and she's also the preppiest person I have ever met. She loves pink and lime green, those pearl necklaces with the bows, and whatever else the new fad is. So one CW is up front grabbing magazine overstock from under the counter when a cricket hops out at her. She screams. PrepCW and myself run out to see what's up. I go to help, but PrepCW beats me to it. She walks over, picks it up with her bare hands, puts it in a little empty box and says "I can feed this to my tarantula!" giggle giggle smile nod. Other CW and I were just like lol! Can't judge a book by its cover, nope nope.
Me: I'm sorry, is the front door open?
SC: No, why is that??!
Me: We're not open yet, how'd you get in here?
SC: Oh, the front door wouldn't open, so I checked the back.
Me:...could you please follow me to the front, I'll have to ask you to wait outside until we open. (The lady very politely complies)
I went to the back, closed the door, let my CW know about what had happened, then took out a box of candy to get out really quick before I leave. I look out the window and there're 5 ladies out there waiting to get in. It's 5 minutes to opening, I just ignore them. One of the ladies knocks on the door. Again, I ignore her. If the door is locked, the logical conclusion is that we're not open. Too bad some people don't have good logic. I finish, grab my stuff, clock out, and go to open the door. I have my purse on my arm, my keys in my hand, I'm dressed as I said in sweats and flip flops. Suddenly I have 3 people asking me to show them where stuff is and why wouldn't we unlock the door if we were here and can I return stuff without a receipt and blah blah blah. My response:
Me: Lo siento, no hablo ingles.
You don't have to read any further, only the top part is about customers
And off to school I go. Speaking crappy spanish actually helped me twice today. My laptop fried and all I wanted is to know the price of a new recovery disk. You have to call tech support for this information, so I was prepared to be connected to an outsourced center. I literally went through 4 people who could not understand me. I don't have an accent, well, I speak a litter balmorese. Like saying wer-ter instead of water and warshington and warshing machine and balmore. My best friend is Indian, but the people I was connected to I just couldn't understand. I think it might be because they're trying to speak with an American accent which garbles things.
All I want to know is how much is a recovery disk for my computer. No one could figure out what I was asking. In a fit of madness I said this when the fourth person I was transferred to picked up (btw, I never asked to be transferred, I was nothing but polite and I never once sounded frustrated-the amount of patience I have is amazing)
O: Can I have your name?
Me: Hablas espanol?
O: I'm sorry?
Me: No espanol?
O: Are you speaking english?
Me: Necessito espanol...Spanish
O: Oh, one moment please.
I was transferred and by this time didn't really care what happened because I was almost home and would be able to look the information on my desktop.
New O: Hola, como estas.
Me: I'm sorry, do you speak English?
New O: Oh, yes. How can I help you?
Guess what, the guy was American, I got the information looked up in under a minute, and was on my way. I don't want to sound like a buttface about outsourcing, but it really is frustrating when there's that barrier between you and customer support.
And now a little something I found out about a CW
One of my CWs is so sweet, and she's also the preppiest person I have ever met. She loves pink and lime green, those pearl necklaces with the bows, and whatever else the new fad is. So one CW is up front grabbing magazine overstock from under the counter when a cricket hops out at her. She screams. PrepCW and myself run out to see what's up. I go to help, but PrepCW beats me to it. She walks over, picks it up with her bare hands, puts it in a little empty box and says "I can feed this to my tarantula!" giggle giggle smile nod. Other CW and I were just like lol! Can't judge a book by its cover, nope nope.
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