Great poem, and I agree wholeheartedly with the message you very skillfully communicate. I hope some of these companies read your poem and respond by bringing back the human touch!
Yeah, tell me about it, it all is so right on that I hated to read it because I hate having it all happen on the phone let alone having to read about here, LOL...-e- (you are one crazy guy, but that is how you are loved)
For those who don't remember. There was a time when we all had party lines where neighbors could listen in on our conversations like Facebook today. And long distance was either handled by operators or dialed at great expense. Customer service was nonexistent and it was buyer beware. My father wouldn't keep a car that had more than 50,000 miles on it.
But of course it is annoying to have to nearly cause a fight to get to a real person to solve a problem. And lately, I've found that those people, even if I can understand them, have just as much trouble solving the problem as I do. But we do have more options and that's refreshing.
I believe the old days were simpler and better. It's hard to yell at a machine, even though I managed to do it every day. Google said I was phishing. Amaøn says I know every other author who I post reviews for. And Facebook knows too much of my personal life, And no, I don't want to friend the creepy widowers, single men, or men in army uniform. I want the good old days.
How very true. I had a small banking problem yesterday that required me to call the bank and yes, press one, press two, etc, until I am told there is a 45 minute wait, they would call me back, but I don't have a phone over here in this country and was borrowing a friend's to make the call. So, when you are not plugged in, like I am (not), then it can be a problem, looking for the "human touch." John
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But of course it is annoying to have to nearly cause a fight to get to a real person to solve a problem. And lately, I've found that those people, even if I can understand them, have just as much trouble solving the problem as I do. But we do have more options and that's refreshing.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane