It has been almost a month since my last post...that may be the longest stretch since this blog was first penned. There's no specific reason for a lack of postings here. I've been busy but more than that, I've just felt empty-headed when it comes to writing. Not good.
Today was a tough day for no other reason that it was crap in the morning and then just spiraled out of control as the afternoon wore on. I see no reason to hide behind this stuff and pretend that everything is peachy keen out here in the tropics. It's just not so.
I have no issues with the amount of project work we have going on so that's not it...I think we've never been busier as a company and in this particular market, it's something I'm happy with. However, collecting money for our work is a massive challenge right now. People and companies are either on edge all the time or they're requesting work they cannot afford. Possibly a combination of the two.
Some of our clients have legitimate reasons for delaying payments. Others, however, are simply playing unfair. Clients that cost us money as a business are clients not worth keeping. I am so convinced of this and yet still struggle when it comes to sacking clients. Pulling the trigger is the hard part. More on that in a future posting.
So by 2.30 p.m., I was near boiling point and threw my hands up in the air and said to myself "just go home". With my head pounding, I stopped by the supermarket to pick up some dinner food for the kids. It was as if that damn EFTPOS machine saw me and said to itself "lets screw with Jonathan ", I was doomed before my groceries were even tallied up.
The woman at check-out swiped my ANZ Access card. DECLINED. She looked at me. I looked down at the stupid, little piece-of-shit black box knowing it was wrong yet I still found a soft voice inside of me and kindly asked "Could you swipe it again, please?" DECLINED. I had enough cash in my pocket so I paid, tucked my tail between my legs, avoided the looks of shame from the people in line behind me and sighed my way out of the store swearing at the bank.
In my car, I called the bank and said "What's going on? Why was my transaction declined?" The man on the other end of the phone said "Hmm... there's nothing wrong with your account. In fact, I can see that transaction actually just went through. Actually, it went through twice!"
Now lets go back to my mood about 30 minutes earlier when I left my office. I was ready to bite the head off of a mongoose. The words I heard come out of the mouth of the ANZ support guy was not "the transactions went through".
No...instead, what I heard was "Thanks, Mr. Segal. I'm going to strike you with the impossible-to-resolve-issue axe and it should keep you fairly well occupied for the next three weeks, by which point you'll either give up entirely or you'll get your $88.74 back but by that point, you won't care either way."
I watched the next three weeks pass before my eyes. It was filled with visions of countless telephone calls, faxed receipts, bank visits, supermarket calls and then supermarket visits. If you think I'm being melodramatic, then you've never been to Fiji. All this so I can be credited back my stupid $88.74. If I charge multiples of that for just an hour of my time in the office, why should I even bother going through this hassle? That's really the question, isn't it?
Remember, I feed on complaining sometimes...nothing bothers me more than the inefficiency of someone else impacting my own ability to get something done. When I run into these problems, I always turn them into customer service scenario training sessions inside my head. I think of ways they should be taking care of me all the while believing it's not worth my time. That's the fuel that powers my thought.
So here I am...about to embark on a customer service love fest with ANZ. Whether it's resolved quickly or not is no longer the question.
If you don't hear from me in 48 hours, call for help.
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