I am in the ninth circle of hell.
Aug. 3rd, 2006 09:37 pmAlso known as trying to get through to Comcast.
The first time? The execrable music stopped, and I was in limbo until I began to lose feeling in my toes. I hung up.
I called back. The system doesn't recognise my phone number, so it can't log me in. I wait. They find a human for me. The gentleman with whom I spoke was very nice, but had trouble comprehending that I'm disputing the $5.25 charge on my bill for internet services because I don't have Comcast internet services. Even better, his computer had been acting funny all day, and he couldn't actually take my payment. At least he waited until after we said goodbye to begin his demonic laughter. I assume.
I called back. Again, the automated system dosn't seem to feel I exist. So I'm now on hold, with music specially designed to make the ear of anyone on a cell phone earpiece bleed. I've been on hold for 28 minutes now. 29. The music-- along with the smarmy, demonic woman extolling the virtues of everything Comcast-- keeps skipping, hesitating: taunting me that someone is coming to help me. But no. I watch the bars on my cell phone's battery slowly disappear, and I whimper, lost in the dark.
Help?
The first time? The execrable music stopped, and I was in limbo until I began to lose feeling in my toes. I hung up.
I called back. The system doesn't recognise my phone number, so it can't log me in. I wait. They find a human for me. The gentleman with whom I spoke was very nice, but had trouble comprehending that I'm disputing the $5.25 charge on my bill for internet services because I don't have Comcast internet services. Even better, his computer had been acting funny all day, and he couldn't actually take my payment. At least he waited until after we said goodbye to begin his demonic laughter. I assume.
I called back. Again, the automated system dosn't seem to feel I exist. So I'm now on hold, with music specially designed to make the ear of anyone on a cell phone earpiece bleed. I've been on hold for 28 minutes now. 29. The music-- along with the smarmy, demonic woman extolling the virtues of everything Comcast-- keeps skipping, hesitating: taunting me that someone is coming to help me. But no. I watch the bars on my cell phone's battery slowly disappear, and I whimper, lost in the dark.
Help?
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Date: 2006-08-04 01:54 am (UTC)Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking.........
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Date: 2006-08-04 02:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-04 02:19 am (UTC)did you press ANY buttons in response to menu prompts? often I find it helps to act like you have a pulse phone and not press any buttons -- this may get you to a receptionist of some sort right away to process your call. Another thing is when they have voice prompts -- to mumble so that the computer doesn't understand you, similarly getting you to a live agent.
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Date: 2006-08-04 04:19 am (UTC)Whimper. Growl.
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Date: 2006-08-04 03:25 am (UTC)them
a
bill.
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Date: 2006-08-04 04:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-04 05:29 am (UTC)and yeah, def send these idiots a bill. I can guarantee this will suddenly make all their technical difficulties go away...
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Date: 2006-08-04 06:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-04 10:25 pm (UTC)glad it's been resolved!
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Date: 2006-08-04 11:26 pm (UTC)I have been having issues with my bank. I have had to call them ten (!) times in the past few days.
Each time was a minimum of 30 minutes, at least 27 of which were spent on hold. I can now tell you each of the five songs that they play on their hold music, the order that they are played in, and how long a cycle takes.
Thankfully, I had just about 300 minutes to spare this month.
Comcast sucks.
Date: 2006-08-05 04:40 am (UTC)Crap like this is why monopolies are technically illegal.