***sighs***
I guess it's that time of year again. It's less than a week until the first day of school. What was I thinking? Of course... it must be time for the district to fuck with us again.
Yesterday's mail found us receiving Aidan's bus notice. I sighed with relief at first since I wished they wouldn't wait until the last week to send it. Then I saw what it said. The notice listed his school as #43.
Wait? What!?!
When he first got into MAP and was set to transfer he was supposed to go to #43, but #43's MAP was full. So, they switched him to #23. For the past year he has gone to school #23, made friends there, and was generally under the impression that the next time he'd have to switch schools would be when he moves up. So, I saw the text on the notice and flipped out. What the fuck!
So, today I try calling #23 to figure out if he's still enrolled. Unsurprisingly, there was no one in the office and no phone maze set up for me to follow to the cheese.
Next, I find a customer service number in the district calendar. Someone should be there right? I call, I fumble while asking. The woman sounds nice and gives me a number for something like registration and enrollment to call. I call it. "This number has been disconnected."
AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!
So I scan the list of numbers more thoroughly and find a totally different number listed for the service she mentioned. I call that. Oh goody. A phone tree maze to navigate... the result of which is that this particular office doesn't open for another half hour.
I have time to kill. I figure it would benefit everyone if I call back customer service to tell them the number was out of service. I call back... and get a completely different woman. I mention that it was a wrong number, and before I can say another word she cuts me off and says, "The number is xxx-xxxx and it's in this building. She was new. Goodbye." Except... the number she spouted was a different one than I had found. Bleurgh.
So... out of curiosity I tried the number she gave me. Maybe this one is open now? I get, "The voicemail box for the person you are calling is full." Ummm... This is ridiculous.
So, I waited out the rest of the half-hour, throwing an extra ten minutes in case their clocks don't quite mesh with EST. I don't remember which of the numbers was finally the one that got through, since it took a couple times alternating back and forth to get someone to pick up. Still, I finally got a person. She plugged in Aidan's name to the computer and assured me that he was, indeed, set to be returning to #23. Phew.
On to call #2: transportation. Something's nice about a calm rep with a low soothing voice. Especially after the aforementioned rigamarole. He took down Aidan's name and school, checked his system, calmly informed me that I could disregard the notice that we received. He even asked if I had a pen handy to write down the correct information. By the time I expressed my thanks, I had crossed out the errata and filled in the new route# and times for pick-up and drop-off.
I still hate phones. Vehemently.
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lol o m g
there are no standardized quota's for customer service nowadays. cheap labor. thats all they want. You don't even need to speak proper english. :)
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Re: lol o m g
I've been on both sides of this kind of situation... used to do MCIWorldCom Internet support. ***shudders***
I think the worst I did to the last guy was babble, sound at least vaguely panicky, and thank him for helping when that was what he did.