Inadvertent revenge
Jun. 5th, 2007 11:41 pmIt was a few years ago, but...
We had one of those customers. He wouldn't or couldn't read printed english. He would actually put in tickets for us to read sections of the manual to him over the phone.
I'm a pretty big guy. I compete in martial arts tournaments. One saturday I fought at a renn faire, in california summer heat, and collected more than my share of bruises.
Monday morning I come into the call center. I'm oblivious, wearing the usual short sleeve black tshirt. I had forgotten it was the quarterly customer training day.
I look up to see Mr non-reading rounding the corner. There is a moment, where he just stops, looking at me speechless. Then we have a very pleasant little chat before he flees.
My coworkers fell off their chairs laughing. It took them a while to regain breath and point out the image... a 6' 3" muscular guy with a dozen visible bruises is the anonymous person on the other end of the support line.
The customer was very polite for the next 6 months of phone calls.
We had one of those customers. He wouldn't or couldn't read printed english. He would actually put in tickets for us to read sections of the manual to him over the phone.
I'm a pretty big guy. I compete in martial arts tournaments. One saturday I fought at a renn faire, in california summer heat, and collected more than my share of bruises.
Monday morning I come into the call center. I'm oblivious, wearing the usual short sleeve black tshirt. I had forgotten it was the quarterly customer training day.
I look up to see Mr non-reading rounding the corner. There is a moment, where he just stops, looking at me speechless. Then we have a very pleasant little chat before he flees.
My coworkers fell off their chairs laughing. It took them a while to regain breath and point out the image... a 6' 3" muscular guy with a dozen visible bruises is the anonymous person on the other end of the support line.
The customer was very polite for the next 6 months of phone calls.
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Having known you in person this is doubly amusing.
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Date: 2007-06-06 07:43 pm (UTC)I'm on and off SCA right now, but mostly because of money restraints and the Arizona summer heat.
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Date: 2007-06-06 01:12 pm (UTC)(and not in a cheezy mastercard sort of way)
:-)
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Date: 2007-06-06 03:08 pm (UTC)My former employer housed a consulting team for a sister company for several months. One of said consultants was overly fond of stopping by my desk and trying to chat multiple times throughout the day, apparently oblivious to the headset ('No, I wasn't talking to my computer') and near-continuous typing.
I'm female, 5'6, average build. One day I wore short sleeves which revealed a monster bruise on my left bicep that nearly ran shoulder to elbow. Consultant stopped by, happened to catch me between calls and made some macho sh!thead comment about my arm. I answered with the truth: 'My husband hit me. But it's okay, I hit him back.' He blanched and walked off. And his cube visits stopped.
By the way, I'm also a fencing coach and my husband and I had been bouting at the club the night before, hence the bruise (admittedly far worse than I usually get) and the honest 'I hit him back' reply. :D