Microsoft Needs Some Work in the Customer Service Area

I hate calling computer people. I feel stupid and intimidated before the call is even connected. They ask questions about versions and models and upgrades that I have no idea how to answer. But I needed my e-mail problem fixed and Microsoft's lines closed at 6 PM, so I sucked up my courage yesterday at 5:40 and called.

First there was the litany of "press this button" options. I don't have as big as problem with that as some people do. If a problem can be handled by pressing a 1, 3, 9 combination, fine by me. But I could just barely decipher the initial offerings. I listened twice and finally figured out I was supposed to press "1."

Then I got a second list of options, depending if I was a home or commercial account, if I wanted installation or upgrade information. At no point ever did any semblance of words such as "for questions on Outlook, press '5,' come across the line.  I randomly pressed another button and was taken to a third level list. By this time I'd been on the phone about 2 minutes. Now they were giving me instructions that if I wanted to talk to a rep, I should have my version and model numbers accessible and informed me I could likely access this information by opening the program and clicking on "About." Wonder of wonders, it worked.

I was then very excited to hear a live female voice on the phone. Without asking why I was calling, she asked me to spell my first and last name. Then I gave her my zip code and e-mail. Then she asked what program I was calling about. "Outlook," I said proudly.

"Which version?"

"Outlook Express 6," I said, sure she would be impressed with my following instructions. Then we went through who the product was registered to, I read her the 20 (not making that up--20) digit version code.  Then she asked me what type computer I had only she didn't phrase it like that. It was more like, "And what system is the program operating on?" I finally figured out that she needed to hear "Sony."

Then and only then did she ask the reason for my call. "I'm having problems sending attachments," I said. 

"You have three options," she said. "You may request to be connected to one of our technicians at a minimal charge of $59 for consultation. You may access our website and our help FAQ page to determine the problem yourself. Or you may..."

I don't remember what the third option was. I was too incensed about the $59 charge. I know what I wanted to tell her my third option to her should be though.

That's it. I told her fine, I'd go to the website. "Is there any other issue you would like to bring to our attention today?" she intoned.

Other than the fact that your company is a customer relations nightmare and I'd like to stick that script you're reading up your a--, no, thanks. Nothing comes to mind.

I talked to a computer guy in my leads group today who shed some light on the subject. Road Runner, as Blair discovered, won't allow you to send an -mail containing over 2 MB attachment. When I asked why zipping the file didn't work, he said while Word documents have "fluff" inside them and can be compacted, pdf files can typically be only minimally reduced. I wish I had called Rob to start with.

I've never been one to bash Microsoft. I don't keep up with technology enough to know if they're innovative, evil, or what the deal is.  But one thing I know for sure. Their customer service skills are sorely, sorely lacking.

Bad Computer!

My advice to my computer is to be on its very best behavior because it's a looooong two-story drop to the ground.

Blair and I were up past 11 last night, alternating between cussing and flipping off the computer and each other. (We don't do well late at night.)  I've got an important e-mail to send with 4 attachments. All together, it's just under 3 MB of information. A large amount, yes, but people send larger files every day with no problem.

At first we thought the files themselves were the problem, specifically one very large pdf. So we zipped the file individually and with the other files. Only when we went to send it, it was as if the file had unzipped itself as the full MB was still showing as properties. So we tried saving the PDF as a word document. Fine, except when we opened the document, although the file was there if you clicked around the page, it initially showed up blank. Grrrr....

I can't even convey the amount of Adobe, jpg, Word, pdf aerobics we went through. Finally, Blair was on the phone at 11 PM with Road Runner, and after 20 minutes they determined it was an Outlook problem and we needed to contact Microsoft. Words to strike fear into the heart of even the bravest computer user.

I think our system is set to crash. Here's just a partial list of poltergeist hijinks we've been dealing with:

  • If someone sends me a jpg, I can see it in the e-mail and I can save it to a file and open it. But I get an error message if I just click on the attachment to open it.
  • About every 15-20 minutes the computer "freezes." I have to walk away for about 1 minute and then it's fine. Only sometimes I have to close every program that's open, frequently losing online work I've been doing. These are the days I wander to the wine cabinet about noon and think, "Maybe..."
  • I can't send any large files via e-mail and it takes 5 minutes to download one someone sends me
  • I frequently get messages that my e-mail is at capacity, even though I'm more religious than anyone I know about deleting old messages and I CANNOT believe I have more on my e-mail then the average worker bee.
  • Updating to this blog is troublesome. Pictures take forever to upload. I have several friends who use Squarespace and they don't have this issue, leaving me to point blame at our computer.

And that's just what tops the list. I have to admit, as much as I felt bad for Blair last night that he was so frustrated at the expense of trying to help me, I was secretly glad he got a taste of what I feel like I deal with daily with the computer from hell.

I don't mind figuring out something new. There are always rules to be learned. But what drives me absolutely batty is when a tool or program that has always worked suddenly doesn't. For no reason. You haven't changed anything, no updates have been made. Everything is exactly the same except it no longer works. Makes me mental.

Bad computer! Bad, bad, bad computer!

What's In Your Week?

I love the variety life has to offer. Paging through my daytimer (I'm one of the last hold outs against a Blackberry --I need to see my month-at-a-glance), I note that this morning I'm heading out to the largest tilapia producing farm in the nation which happens to be about 30 minutes from my front door. I'll interview the president, chit-chat about shrimp research and tilapia, snap a few photos, come home and write the piece up. Fish farm. Great way to kick off a Monday.

Then it's off to the vet where I must admit my cat-nabbing tendencies and have the micro-chip information changed from my name to my neighbors. (That ought to be good for 20 minutes worth of embarrassment. Did I mention the neighbor I stole the cat from is a cop?)

Tomorrow is a Greensboro Merchants Association new member breakfast, followed by a meeting with my website designer to go over last minute web site fluffs, then a noon social/work meeting with writer friends.

This week I'm working on an article about personal branding for an executive placement firm, a press release for a faux design studio, and--if I'm smart--starting work on a 35-minute keynote speech I'm delivering next Tuesday which I haven't looked at yet. I'm also trying to get an editor to respond to my e-mails. Last month I sent her a list of column ideas for 2007 and have heard nothing. So I've no idea if they love them and so see no urgent need to contact me as my writing on any of those topics will be fine, or if they are up late at night, thumbing through roladexes, desperate to find my replacement before the next column is due. Frankly, either one is fine, just let me know, okay?

 Yikes. Time for me to gather the tools of the journalistic trade (paper, pen, digital camera, back-up battery for digital camera, mapquest directions, cell phone, and of course, lipstick) and head out the door. The fishes are calling my name.

 

The Story of How I Stole My Neighbor's Cat

This stuff only happens to me, folks. Only to me...

Picking up from yesterday's blog, I capture one adorable kitty and claim him as mine. I took him to the vet yesterday (he's a boy!) where the staff fell in  love with him. "You're a little pervert," my vet cooed to him, as my kitty proceeded to purr and playfully bat at the needles that came his way. "He loved every procedure," said an amazed vet tech. That's my boy. Look at that face. Who wouldn't fall instantly and hopelessly in love? captainjack.jpg

I took him home and closed him off in the dining room, which has two sets of French doors looking into other rooms of the home, plus windows and a glass door for kitty to see outside. I took my laptop in there to work and after we played chase the mouse, kitty fell asleep, purring, on my lap.  He's just a big loverboy.

Lucy and Olivia were, in a word, pissed. Neither ate and both stayed upstairs all day. When I went upstairs to comb Lucy, she jumped on the guest bed and buried her face in the pillows, refusing to look at me.  Olivia just plain disappeared.  

I spent the majority of my day going from one cat to another, so by the time Blair got home, I was ready to get out of the house. We left for Chinese and discussed possible names for kitty. I favored "Captain Jack" as the black liner around his eyes reminds me of Johnny Depp's makeup in Pirates of the Caribbean.  

We get home and the answering machine is blinking. I hit the playback button-beep- and hear this:

"Hey Dena & Blair, this is Jeff next door. We've lost our little kitty and wondered if you might have seen him? He's white with tabby markings.  He didn't show up for breakfast this morning and we're kind of worried, so please let us know if you've seen him..."

Noooo! I walked outside and Jeff just happened to be pulling up with his girlfriend and her three adorable tow-headed children. "Have you seen Snowball?" the kids wailed as I walked over. (Could this get any worse?)

"I have your cat," I announced. "I'm so sorry. I just saw him and thought he was a stray and it was so cold last night so I brought him in. If it makes you feel better, I have two very relieved cats over at my house right now."

Everyone laughed and I took the 8-year-old over to my house where she picked up my--I mean her--kitty. We came back and Jeff thanked us.

"Ah, one more thing," I said. "I uh, took the kitty to the vet this morning to make sure he was healthy and while I was there I kind of...um...had him chipped?"

What can I say? I thought Captain Jack was mine to keep. So now I have to call the vet and tell them I accidentally stole my neighbors cat and to please change the chip contact information to Jeff's.

P1010002-1.JPGOn the one hand, I'm relieved. Lucy and Olivia were having a hard, hard time with having another cat in the house and they're just all grins this morning. And I'm happy Snowball isn't a stray. But it's breaking my heart to think of him as an outdoor cat, especially when I think of him curled up so warm and cozy in our dining room in the kitty bed I'd set out for him.  But I'll still get to see him and maybe snuggle with him now and again.

Meanwhile, I'll try to think harder before we ever get a third cat. My cats were miserable and it occurred to me that pretty much on the spur of the moment, I'd made a 16-year commitment to nurture this cat.

I wouldn't have minded though. And I'm still glad I got my one day and one night with Captain Jack.