The oddest things get me thinking…

In case you hadn’t noticed, Technical Support is often not technical and rarely supportive.

Buckle up Buttercup, It’s only going to get worse.

Companies are still outsourcing and as has been the subject of many jokes, often the person at the other end of the phone is barely proficient in English and not technical.

Case in point. Sxm logo

I needed to make a change to my SiriusXM plan. I figured, “No worries, I’ll head out to their handy website, spend 2 minutes and boom! I’ll be done.” 

WRONG!

I tried to log into their website but couldn’t. I know I had the right username and was 90% sure that I had the right password. (After all, I hadn’t changed that password in at least a couple of years.) I couldn’t log in, so I asked for a password reset.

Not a big deal, or so you’d think. I get the obligatory email, follow the link change the password (The website said I’d been successful) go back to the login page and still can’t login. I tried several times. Each time with the same result.

UGGGHHH, Now I have to call it in. I get on the phone and explain the situation to someone somewhere other than here No joy!

This person has me go back to the password reset page and request another password reset, I comply. Then this person transfers me to someone “more advanced” they have me request another password reset and again we go through the process. Again, the same result. Then there’s the inevitable, “Please hold…”

Then the second person comes back on the line and asks me yet again if I’m doing this from a computer. “Yes, I’m looking at your website on my laptop,” I reply. We’ve already confirmed this several times. The person keeps repeating everything I’ve said, over and over. Including my user name and we’re getting nowhere. Once again she sends me a password reset email and once again I tell her what I’m seeing on my screen. No error message on the login page, no indication that the password or username is wrong, just that I’m being looped back to the login page.

Now she wants to change my user name. “OH GOD!” I think, “REALLY???” 

I’m annoyed at having to deal with this at all. But I’m saved by the timer for my laundry going off. Forty Seven minutes have gotten by me and we’re no closer to solving the problem than when I began the call.

I tell the lady, I’m out of time and cannot continue to deal with this, then disconnect.

As I’m walking out to the laundry room, I’m thinking what do I actually listen to on SiriusXM? For that matter what do I listen to on the actual Radio? What do I watch on TV?

On Sirius, I primarily listen to Spa, I don’t listen to the news channels. I’m over all the Trump investigations and scandals. I don’t watch the news channels on TV. Hell, I don’t do anything other than skim Twitter and haven’t read the news on my computer, phone or iPad in months. 

I subscribe to Apple Music and could easily just listen to streaming music or podcasts while I’m driving somewhere.

This leads me to think that perhaps it’s time for me to disconnect from Sirius completely. There is nothing I can’t get from them, that I can’t get from Apple Music and it would be one less “Service” I have to manage or maintain.

I’m thinking that the next billing cycle will see me saying, “Bye Bye” to Satellite Radio.

I suspect that I’m not alone in this. 

When you consider all the usernames and passwords and “Helpful” websites that we have to keep track of, it begs the question, “Just who is working for whom?

This is especially true if you are completely and utterly disinterested in what passes for “News” in this day and age.

I’m not disinterested in what’s happening around me. But I’m tired of the constant Spin. How about journalists getting back to being journalists and simply reporting what the hell actually happened.

Let me make up my own damn mind about it!

It’s funny how a little thing like a password reset can get you thinking.

Perhaps if the concepts of journalistic integrity actually had meaning, Television, Radio, Newspapers, Magazines, and yes, Satellite radio would be in a lot better shape financially.

I guess it’s another example of unintended consequences in an overly connected world.

First Sunday off in 3 years

I don’t know what to do with myself. 

I’m sitting here, after sleeping for 10 hours, having a cup of coffee and thinking, “What now?”

There are things I could be doing and perhaps even things I should be doing. The house is open, there’s light rain failing and aside from the incessant traffic noise all is quiet.

I should be planning to move my stuff out of the apartment. I should be looking for a new job. I should be working on my resume. I should be deciding what’s next. But all those things are somehow just not that important. 

There’s something about being off work on a “real” weekend day. I know it’s just cultural… the seventh day and all that, but somehow the day off seems different.

One thing I’m appreciative of, is that there’s no screaming leaf blowers as a wake up call. 

It’s a lazy kind of Sunday, even the birds are muted in their squabbling.

Later, I’ll mosey over to the hair cut place in a while and maybe take myself out to breakfast…

Or Not

First wave…

The first wave layoff is complete.

Not much rumbling to report. Yet!

I think more and more people are figuring out that management will find a way to make sure that we don’t get the promised bonus. I suspected this would be the way it went.

They’re changing the rules as we’re playing the game. The latest changes are retroactive to the beginning of the year and have effectively made everyone left, technically not in “good standing”. They’ve also reduced our call time and time to finish our documentation, again. The games management plays… sigh

Many people have asked about it, all we’ve been told is that adjustments well be made…

Uhh, that’s already happened, and now management has showed their cards. There’s no reason to stay. Typical of this company, set un-achievable goals and then punish us for failing. A lot more people are looking for the door and several have said that they’re looking for ways to exit early.

I’m not sure if it’s possible to exit early and still get unemployment. But that’s been a thought. Once someone figures that out, I suspect there will be an exodus that would stun the Ancient Egyptians.

Naked by a pool is looking better and better. Maybe with a nice stiff drink that never runs out.

Well I’ll see, now that my head is clear for the follies of the week, I’m in the right mind set to do the research to find out what the options are.

Gotta have all the logic on-line to analyze legal doublespeak.

Wish me luck.

Whew, It’s been a while… Lots happening not all is good.

Empty officeAbout 2 weeks after my last blog post, the company notified my department that we’re being laid off.

Well… SHIT!

I mean I’m ready to find something else to do, the current job is just too draining and leaves no time for creating social connections. I get out of work at 1:30 pm and am in bed by 7:30 to be at work by 5, what am I going to do? Where do I go to engage with other adults? 

They get pissy when we ask each other work related questions. They get downright snotty if we actually try to connect with each other in friendship or teamwork.

So while inconvenient, it’s a relief.

Then there comes the date of the layoff. A small group is in the first week of May. Mostly supervisors and leads. The second big wave is in August. (Happy Freakin Birthday!)

I plan on spending some time in Palm Springs naked by a pool afterward. 

The May date would have been better for me personally, since I wouldn’t have had to renew my lease on the apartment. Sigh, but it’s OK if I go month to month for 1 or 2 months. 

Now, here’s the real kicker. They’re asking some of the May and August groups to stay on longer. Shit! Please God don’t let them ask me that question.

Apparently, the geniuses behind this cluster fuck have realized that their offshore group isn’t going to be able to handle the job for quite some time. 

Yep, you read that right, they’re offshoring medical device support and sales. So let’s walk through this. The device isn’t terribly complicated, but not one person calling in describes any part of the device the same way. Often, they’ll describe an individual part differently in the same conversation. It’s tough for a native speaker of English to follow what most of the callers are complaining about. You can only imagine what it would be like for a non-native speaker. 

We’re (my group) is already seeing increased errors in reporting and flat out failures in sending replacements, or correctly diagnosing the problem. That is translating to longer calls and documentation times for us. 

A lot of the call is spent with the customer telling us how bad their previous call was, before they even get to telling us their problem. This translates to a direct threat to (my group) getting the promised retention bonus on our final day.

Why is this a threat? Because management is only looking at time on call, time in documentation, and getting to the next call. They’ve completely negated the aspects of providing customer support that educates, so that the customer is better able to address their own issue and come to the correct conclusion about fixing it.

The company hasn’t actually provided us with a contract or even an agreement that specifically says what they consider “acceptable” to get the bonus.  They’ve only said that we must be in “Good Standing” at the end. But that terminology is ambiguous and clearly subjective. Without an actual agreement signed by both parties, the employees are still serving at the whim of capricious management.

Given that there is considerable mistrust toward management already, you can see how the environment is becoming more stressful.

We’re facing the question; Do we do the job, the way it should be done and risk losing the retention bonus, after putting up with the bullshit until August, OR do we just slap-dash fix the immediate issues and not worry about actually correcting the mistakes? 

A lot of people are choosing another option. They’re just bailing out. This is creating a problem for management because they’re losing people at a faster rate than they anticipated and are beginning to see losses in critical areas.

It’s funny to see the architect of this cluster fuck shitting himself daily.

The sales side of this is even worse. Wrong addresses, wrong equipment, older customers not understanding what the offshore group is saying, etc. The single biggest complaint I hear is “I don’t like my medical information being handled by offshore resources.

What are we supposed to say to that? “Suck it up buttercup, this is the way things are going?

I suspect that the company is going to see a lot of customer loss, that should make the stockholders extremely happy. I’m glad I don’t own stock.

Medical device support shouldn’t be outsourced. The device should be supported by native speakers actually in the country that the caller resides in. 

This device isn’t a modem, where the corrective action is, “turn off the modem and turn it back on again.” This isn’t a panic alert button, it’s not a security service. It’s a device that is injected into the person and it’s a device that people base treatment decisions on. (At least that’s what the literature says.) Treatment mistakes, at best land a person in the hospital, worst case… The person dies.

That’s the thing that I think most of worry about. We want to make sure that the person on the other end of the phone knows where they stand and how the machine works. So they can make informed and safe decisions. That philosophy can’t easily be quantified by numerical call metrics.

However, MANAGEMENT KNOWS ALL…

Of course they haven’t been talking to customers for years so take that with a grain of salt!

It’s been a long haul

Wow, December since the last entry.

A lot has happened, and yet nothing has.

I’m still at the same shitty job, hope is fading. I still don’t know what to do about the other half situation and the odds of finding another job seem very low at best.

As to my future I haven’t a clue.

There have been some bright spots. I’ve been able to play a couple of times sexually and those times have been enjoyable.

Apparently due to a clerical error, I’m now at risk of losing my job which led to me having a major panic/anxiety attack this morning because I was going to be late to work. You’d think that wasn’t cause for a panic attack, but here’s how it went down.

A freeway transition was closed, forcing me to divert to another freeway. I got off at the next exit and tried turning around because I was going in a completely opposite direction from the direction that I needed to go. As I got off the freeway, the inbound entrance (going in the direction I needed to go,) was closed.

OK, I started trying to take surface routes from where I was, to where I needed to be. No joy! One dead end after another, and of course the navigation system was telling me to head back to the freeway (that was closed) useless!

So I pull over to the curb, fire up the maps program on the phone and start looking at the roads, trying to chart a course that would get me to work. I was after all, only 4 miles away. Trouble is, the dead ends are because there is no direct way to get where I needed to go. To traverse the 4 miles I was going to have to go 15 miles. Okay fine! I put the car in gear and there’s this grinding noise as I make yet another U-turn.

What the FUCK???

I put the car back in park, get out, and see that as I pulled over to the curb there must have been a traffic cone lying on its side which is now firmly wedged under the car. GREAT! Just FUCKING GREAT!

I have less than 10 minutes to get to work and 15 miles to go not counting delays caused by the invariably poorly timed lights in San Diego.

This isn’t going to work! I’m going to be late! If I’m late they’ll give me an occurrence, if I get another occurrence, I’m gonna be fired.

And that’s when the meltdown began.

Rage! Burning bright, roaring in my ears, my chest heaving and heart pounding. Panic set in and I fucking lost it. I’m crying, I’m laughing, I’m cursing. Head pounding, tunnel vision setting in and I’m fully out of control.

I do the math in my head, if I call to say I’m going to be late I get an occurrence, If I call out for the whole day, I use up one of my last sick days, but I don’t get an occurrence.

I call out for the day.

1st Problem solved.

Now I have time to address the next problem, how do I get this fucking cone out from underneath the car?

I need more clearance between the street and the underside of the car. A car jack comes to mind. Yep! That’ll do the trick…

My car has run-flat tires, there is no jack in the trunk. DAMN IT!!!!!

There are no gas stations as far as I can see, So limping into one and using a floor jack is out of the question!

Still in the waning grip of the anxiety attack I’m suddenly very tired and very depressed. Mentally I kick myself for being such a weak fucked up pussy.

I lean against the hood just about to start really sobbing, furtively I glance around to see if anyone is going to see my second meltdown in 20 minutes.

As I glance around, I notice the driveways into businesses are all very steep. It’s characteristic of San Diego where you’re bound to damage your front end trying to get to an ice cream shop. Gotta keep the paint and body shops in business right???

Humm,

I get back in the car pull across the street to the steepest driveway I can find. Slowly, I back up the incline stopping where I guess the largest distance between the bottom of the car and gutter in the street will be. (As an aside, did you know that some cars won’t let you get into reverse if the fucking driver door is open? “For your safety and convenience… MY ASS!

My guess is a good one. There’s enough gap to yank the offending cone from under the car. I don’t see any damage to the car. Of course, I’m looking in the dark using my phone as a flashlight, where the fuck is my Maglight?

2nd Problem Solved 

It’s 35 minutes past my start time.

If I worked for a real company, I’d have made my way to work, gone to the men’s room, washed my hands and gotten to work.

I don’t work for a real company. I work for a bunch of shitheads who are more into punishing their employees regardless of the situation, and making the workplace as hostile and stressful as they possibly can, within the limits of the law.

I tell the navigation system to take me back to my apartment. 40 minutes later I’m closing my front door taking my clothes off and crawling back into bed.

It’s warm and cozy and I drift off to sleep.

After a couple hours sleep, I wake, jerk off and begin contemplating the 3rd Problem, while sorting clothes for a trip to the laundry room.

The 3rd Problem is a bit trickier. I need a job, but at what cost?

Jobs are supposed to be simple exchanges. I provide a service you need and you pay for that service. My politics, personal situation, and buy-in to your company politics or anything else should be irrelevant.

I work, you pay, end of discussion. If I don’t work, you don’t pay… THAT’S the punishment for me not being there.

Modern American Businesses don’t see it this way. They seem to think that you’re supposed to feel privileged to work for them, and part of that privilege is that you’re supposed to allow them to run your fucking life. “Oh sorry you can’t take that day off because we need you. Oh You had a vacation planned? Sorry you’ll have to cancel it.

Did I earn that vacation time? Yes? Then I’m taking it! Do I understand and accept that I’m taking a day off without pay? Then Shut the fuck up!

What? You mean you don’t enjoy being abused by management, and our whiny, perpetual victim-class clients, who we’re charging a shitload of money for our product? What’s not to like? You can buy stock in our company… but you’ll never be able to spend it. What is wrong with you?

Ahh there’s the crux of it… In the end, the company wants you to feel that no matter what, it’s your fault. If you buy into it being your fault, then you’ll also buy into their right to punish you for your “Failings”.

WHO IS JOHN GAULT?

No company or corporation is your friend. No Manager, Supervisor, Vice President, or CEO is your friend. You are not their friend, you are a FREE PERSON.

Friendship predicated on gain, is not friendship. Your life, your joy, and your sorrows, are yours alone. It is not up to your employer to punish you, if you’re not at work, the only right they have is, not to pay you.

As a FREE PERSON, you are responsible for your creations and owe them to no one. You are not obligated to sing the praises of a company or a god that you don’t believe in. You are not obligated to give anything to anyone that you do not choose to give. That includes your time and energy. Likewise, you are not owed anything you have not earned. 

I do not like panic attacks and I don’t ever wish to experience another one because I fear what a company or manager will do.

The only way to win this game, is not to play

3rd Problem – Solution Pending…