When You Hear The Heavy Accent & The Poor Phone Connection... HANG UP!!! ------ vcLpiW4cQh
Man..
I know what u mean...
ever since I was a litle boy, all I wanted to do was be a phone support
specialist.. I mean....... it was my dream. now thse damn forigners have
taken my life's work and career dreams away from me....
down w/ pinkos!
wrote in message
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When You Hear The Heavy Accent & The Poor Phone Connection... HANG UP!!
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I think you must know what I'm talking about. Together, a heavy
foreign
accent,
coupled with a lousy phone connection can only mean one thing... An
outsourced
operation, in a place like India, China, The Philippines, or the like;
where some
greedy American corporation is saving a few pieces of Silver and
displacing
American workers in the process.
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The best thing you can do is hang up... look for the companies' on-shore
counterpart
and complain! Tell them you're sick and tired of sub-standard services
by
people
who speak English so poorly that you can hardly communicate... are most
often
poorly trained... have little accountability for the advice they give
you... often can't be
heard clearly because of a poor satellite phone connection...
conveniently
block
their caller-ID... give themselves phony names like 'Tina' or 'Jimmy'
(to
deceive you
into thinking they're local) and most often provide no avenue to
escalate
an issue
to someone who can really help.
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Corporations will only end this practice if they see they're losing
their
customer
base as a consequence. Let's start doing our part by starting a
grass-roots
movement...
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When You Hear The Heavy Accent & The Poor Phone Connection... HANG UP!
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