The proliferation of telephone answerers – customer
service agents, marketing agents, relationship agents, activation agents, and
surely many more titles that I am unaware of – has led to everyone’s needing to
talk to these faceless, and unfortunately often clueless, individuals every now
and then.
These people have been trained in smoothness, never mind
how important smoothness is, especially compared to effectiveness, or
efficiency. One tenet of politeness in the contemporary world of high traffic
of goods and services is the use of the name. “Learn and use the name of the
persons you are communicating with to make them feel special/important” seems
to be the guiding principle for agents in their telephone conversations with
customers. Not a terrible idea in itself, and not bad if used very sparingly,
so that, for instance, the customer doesn’t wonder if she/he has been in the
middle of the resolution of someone else’s problem for the past 15 minutes. But
a terrible idea the way it is used by many these days.
Typical experience:
I (after many minutes of listening to an unnaturally
chirpy advertisement listing the various exciting discounts lined up by the
company for me, or then to some listless music, after punching numbers in
accordance with pre-recorded menus): Hello.
Agent: Thank you for calling [company name]. This is
[name blurted out]. May I know your [membership/account/telephone] number?
I: 12345678910
Agent (after a short pause in which the mystery person
behind the said number is unveiled): Ms. Lakshmi?
I: Yes.
Agent: May I ask for some details, Ms. Lakshmi?
I: Yes.
Agent: Ms. Lakshmi, can you confirm your address/email/date of birth?
Agent: Ms. Lakshmi, can you confirm your address/email/date of birth?
I (wondering why they don’t proceed to ask for time of
birth/nakshatram/gotram) recite the answers.
Agent: Thank you for providing the details, Ms. Lakshmi.
How can I help you, Ms. Lakshmi?
I: I have @##%^ problem. I called about it before, and
was told that… etc.
Agent: Very sorry for the inconvenience, Ms. Lakshmi. May
I place you on hold while I look into this, Ms. Lakshmi.
I: Okay.
Back to unnaturally enthusiastic advertisement or
listless music, or worse, the call drops!
I (after many minutes of the rigmarole again): Hello.
Agent: Thank you for calling [company name]. This is
[name blurted out]. May I know your [membership/account/telephone] number?
I: I just called, and went through this whole process.
The call got disconnected, and I had to go through this again. You have my
phone number. If the call drops again, can you call me?
Agent: I understand your problem, mam. Very sorry for the
inconvenience, mam. But we cannot call, mam.
I: Why not?
Agent: We are not having the authority to call from here,
mam. We can only receive calls, mam.
I: Do you have a direct number that I can call if this
drops?
Agent: No, mam. You have to come through the customer
service number only. May I know your [membership/account/telephone] number?
Back to the grind, then a transfer to some other
department, more music or exciting offers, more risk of the call going off.
Later, a text message asking me to evaluate the
transaction I just had.
It’s frustrating enough that my problem is confessedly in
the hands of someone who doesn’t have much, or any, authority. Do I need to
have this so-called politeness stuffed in my ears too?
If there’s any analyst actually going through the
conversations that may be “monitored or recorded for quality control”, we may
find out that my exasperated guess is correct – that if all the “Ms. Lakshmi”s
were added up, the problem that I called about could have presumably been solved
before the first call dropped.
Customer service agents, please note: There is (almost)
no danger of my forgetting my own name. The danger is that you may forget it, which is not a catastrophe, but if you think it
is, do this: As soon as I utter my name or you get it from the electronic
record that pops up, keep it visible, on a note or on your screen. If in the
conversation that follows, you are unable to find something to fill an empty
second at the end of your assurance that my account is shipshape, utter my
name. Else, let that empty second be.
Politeness is good. Actually, an absence of rudeness is
good enough. The really important need is for the problem to be solved. Icing
in the absence of a decent cake is not only no use, but also severely annoying.
Once you solve my problem, call me Ms. Lakshmi as many times as your supervisor
wants, while I hang up smiling. Till then, place a timer on your table that
goes off every 3 minutes, and call me by name only when it goes off. If you’re
really good, you won’t have to at all. If the resolution of my problem takes
longer, at least you won’t have to say my name more frequently than every 3
minutes.
All this is not even considering that fact that when you
attach a “Ms.” to my name, you might avoid leaving the name bald. But that’s
another story altogether. For now, just don’t take my name in vain.
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