Communication blues

I work with a specific document management computer system. I often have to handle support calls from end users. I am appalled how poor people’s communication skills are.

Here’s the scenario. The helpdesk sends me a case that reads, “User can’t connect to the Document Management (DM) system in IE.”

OK. What the heck is that about? The helpdesk has documentation telling them what to ask but they don’t. OK. Their busy so I don’t mind so much.

I contact the user usually by email as I have other things to do besides talk on phone and like to keep a trail for future reference.

Mind you, these users are often PhD’s in some sort of science discipline.

ME: “Which DM system are you trying to connect to? We have thirteen of them.”

User: “Internet Explorer”

Me: “IE is an interface. Which system do you log into?”

User: “I think it’s ABC.”

Me: “You don’t have an account in ABC”

User: “Oh. It’s the one with the documents about Chemical B”

Me: “Perhaps you can ask a colleague who can tell you which system.”
(What I’d like to say at this point is, “How the $&@$#” am I supposed to know which one that is with nearly a million documents in all systems combined?")

User: “I asked Anne, she said system XYZ”.

Me: “OK great, you do have an account. What type of problem are you having?”

User: “I can’t get in.”

Me (hair starting to fall out): “Are you getting an error of some kind when you try to log in?”

User: “No, it just says I can’t view the document.”

Me: “Wait. If you are able to see the icon for the document then you are “in” the system. Are you able to log into system XYZ sucessfully?”

User: “Yes I just don’t have permission on a document.”

Me: “What is the name of the document so I can check the permissions?”

User: “Chemical B analysis.”

(I find fifteen documents with Chemical B Analysis in the name but fortunately they all have the same permission set. )


Me: “You currently have delete permission on all of these documents so there must be something other reason why you can’t edit the document.”

User: “OK. I’ll call the helpdesk.”

Me: “The helpdesk cannot assist you that’s what I’m trying to do. Are you getting any errors when you try to edit the document?”

User: "No. I haven’t tried to edit it yet. Anne told me I needed permission and to call the help desk.

Me (All hair is gone, teeth falling out, bladder leaking): “Would you please try to edit the document to see if you are able?”

User: “Yes. Finally. I don’t know what was so difficult about this, you could have told me to try it right off and avoided this whole thing.”

At this point here’s what I’d like to say:
ME: “MAYBE IF YOU HAD TRIED TO EDIT THE DOCUMENT BEFORE CRYING TO THE HELPDESK AND MAYBE IF YOU COULD COMMUNICATE AND ACTUALLY TELL ME YOUR PROBLEM RIGHT OFF THEN I WOULDN’T HAVE TO WASTE BOTH OUR TIME PLAYING TWENTY QUESTIONS!”


This is just an example of a state of affairs I’ve noticed everywhere. Newspapers with terrible spelling and grammer. Technical journals full of typos and educated people who cannot communicate even the simplest concrete thing.

That’s my rant. Thank you.

flyingcursor - I feel your pain. There are several PhDs that I absolutely REFUSE to let into the lab (I’m safety coordinator, as well as lab grunt). One set a hood on fire. Another is notorious for leaving unlabelled beakers with “stuff” in them. Another (the section head, no less) left a valve open on the helium system and drained 3 tanks!

I can’t imagine (actually, yes, I can) what you must go through!

Missy

Flyingcursor did you send that customer of yours above my email address, because I had the same person on the line on Monday night at the library. It seems that I have becme the defacto “computer expert” on the evening shift for our library system for staff and customers.

Customer calling from home.

Me; Hi, how can I help you?

Customer: I can’t get my computer to work

Me: Have you turned it on?

Cus: Yes, I think so but nothing is happening

Me: What are you seeing on the monitor?

Cus: What’s a monitor? I don’t think I have that one!

Me: It’s the television like thing attached to the keyboard.

Cus: Oh! It’s black!

Me: Look for an ON buttom, on the monitor

Cus: Is it on the front or the back?

Me: I don’t know what type you have, just look for a button, either below the screen or on top or on the side.

Cus: I think I found it, should I press it?

Me: Yes go ahead and press it.

Cus: Nothing happened!

Me: Are there any lights on, on you keyboard or CPU (oops! I said a bad word)

Cus: What’s that thing that you just said?

Me: CPU?? It’s the big box thing under your monitor that you attach the keyboard to. Do you see it?

Cus: Yes I see it, what now?

Me: Push the on button, On the CPU.

Cus: Okay! No lights are coming on!!!

Me: Okay! Check to see if the computer is plugged in

Cus: Just a minute, I have to get a flashlight

Me waiting till customer finds flashlight

Customer returns.

Cus: I can’t get a flashlight right now, because my husband is using it in the basement, he says he is looking for an electrical problem and the electricity is turned off.

Me: Are you using a laptop computer or home computer?

Cus: It sits on the desk not in my lap!

Me: Mam! Your husband has the power turned off, you can’t use your computer until the power comes back on!

Cus: But my daughter is using hers!

Me: What kind of computer does your daughter have, that is different from yours?

Cus: Hers? Well it’s a little one that folds up and she can carry it with her.

Me: That’s a laptop computer Mam, it runs on a battery. Your computer doesn’t have a battery so you can’t turn it on.

Cus: Should I wait till my husband turns the power back on?

Me: Yes!

Cus: Why do you people at the library always make things so difficult?

Me: Mam, I didn’t turn your power off, your husband did!

SLAM!

Or how about what we get everyday at the reference desk. Do you have a book?

People just can’t seem to ask a good question these days or phrase it so that it can be answered.

MarkB

For anyone that has experienced the joy of working "Help Desk:
http://www.theregister.com/odds/bofh/

I have a Bee Gees song playing in my head now! :boggle:

Try working in directory assistance at the phone company.

“I want to find my old Army buddy, we called him Bud, I don’t know where he lives now.”

“Am I registered to vote?” (This was a little old man who used to call in at least 3 times a week to check.)

“What time is it?”


Why don’t people have a pen or pencil and paper to write on when they call for a number??? I had one customer who told me to slow down, as he was in a phone booth, no pencil or paper, so he was lighting matches, blowing them out, and using the carbon to write the number on the wall of the phone booth! And don’t get me started on people who call with the TV up loud enough to blast the walls down, kids yelling, etc!

I don’t work there anymore.

A friend of mine used to work at a Pizza Hut order-taking call center while in high school. One evening a guy called and ordered a pizza. She asked for his address, and he said “Oh, I’ll give that to the delivery guy when he gets here.”

:confused: :laughing: :confused:
Steven

As I always say, they breed and they teach their children. :boggle:

Last Sunday’s Dilbert seems relevant:
http://www.unitedmedia.com/comics/dilbert/archive/dilbert-20041205.html

Also, my sig:

I’ve had a few wingdings over the past 15 years, but some of the best stories come from customers who happened to be computer salesmen or consultants.

  1. A consultant had a customer who wanted to return his printer, because it would only print when the computer was turned on. :boggle:

  2. One computer salesman had a customer call to complain that the cup holder on his new computer had broken off:

S: “Cup holder? What cup holder?”
C: “The one just below the floppy drive.”
S: “Your computer has a cup holder?”
C: “Yes, it says ‘2X’ on the edge.” :stuck_out_tongue:
S: “Phhhttt…”

  1. Another salesman had the classic customer who hadn’t plugged the computer in.

My most irritating moments had to do with customers who needed to be talked through a detailed procedure, such as hand-installing fonts in the Init.sys file under Windows 1, back in the days before there were any font installers, but who, as I was telling them what to do, would just go ahead and try some random action on their own–without telling me about it. It’s probably a good thing that we can’t strangle people over the phone.

The funniest was a guy on Windows, trying to install some PostScript fonts. He did everything very slowly, and I had to keep repeating instructions. He had to start over from the beginning several times. He also seemed to be getting very angry. Finally, he started yelling and screaming, cussing me and my company. After I got him calmed down, he admitted that his mouse was broken, so he was trying to use some magic Windows key strokes to move the mouse pointer around the screen and simulate mouse clicks. It wasn’t working very well, so he finally just lost it. I suggested that he buy a new mouse and call me back. I was surprisingly polite.

I wonder exactly what this person was going to do once they got the computer turned on. Maybe they just needed enough light to read the phone book to call Circuit City and ask why their TV wasn’t working. :smiley:

Here is an old one that I remember:

Customer: my computer mouse doesn’t seem to work.

Tech support: what seems to be the problem?

Customer: I keep pumping it with my foot, but the computer doesn’t seem to respond.

(the customer thought it operated like a sewing machine pedal).

After a very unscientific survey of past cases I have come up with a ranking of which people in which geographical locations are more likely to be precise in their description of their problem.

From best to worst. Remember I support a very specific system and the majority of users are adminstrative assistant, biologists and chemists. Generally considered a few rungs above the masses in intelligence.

  1. Japan, Hong Kong
  2. Singapore
  3. NE US, Sweden
  4. Midwest US and SE Canada, Italy
  5. Mexico, south east US
  6. UK
  7. France.

Hey, at least the UK beat France, bless their little piggy eyes. :slight_smile:

I believe the word for hopelessly computer-illiterate people is…

Muggles.

I know bggr all about computers so of course they added computer systems administrator to my job description. I use the same system that Marge Simpson suggested for teaching piano…“I just gotta stay one lesson ahead of the kid”.

Several years ago I worked with a guy whose previous job was telephone support for Tandy. THis was back when Tandy sold computers. If any of you ever had one of those you know they weren’t quite 100% PC compatible in the old days…

Anyway, one day he’s trying to help a customer who is having trouble getting a third party program to run. After they try a number of things he finally tells the guy, “I don’t think we can figure this out on the phone. Please send me a copy of the installation diskette so I can see if I can get it to work.”

A week later he received an envelope in the mail and inside was a photocopy of the disk…

While a lot of these funny stories are undoubtedly evidence of stupidity, I sympathise with a lot of the people who seem almost agressively ignorant of how computers work. I wonder if jokes like this were circulating about people and their cars in the early days of motoring? I suspect they were but that the problem with computers is much worse.

Two things really annoy me about computers. One is the idea that it is all so very complicated that you would need an expert to solve any problem that might arise. When I first got a computer, I quickly realised that a lot of the do-it-yourself computer geeks were never going to explain to me how things worked. They would muck about with my computer, whetehr they knew waht they were doing or not. Often they made the problem worse. They simply worked away without explaining what they were doing or trying to do. If they succeeded, they could never tell me what they’d done. They just gave me that knowing look. It just seemed obvious that they didn’t want people to know.

Computers change in six months faster than typewriters did in 50 years. Is it any wonder that people feel overwhelmed? Is it any wonder that people who aren’t technically minded don’t even ask the simplest how questions? If you learn how to do something, it is outmoded before you have finished learning. The new version of just about every bit of software seems designed to eliminate or complicate all the best features and replace them with functions nobody would ever want. Everything must be updated at regular intervals whether or not there is any practical reason to update. I honestly think a lot of people play because they are forced to but resent the whole process. Parents who would happily use the old computer and software for maybe ten years are badgered by children who want more power, the latest games and so on. If you get behind, you never catch up. The conversations reported strike me as being a product of this understandable refusal to even begin to try to understand how things work. The people who blame you when you try to help don’t really resent you personally. They resent the system you represent.

Having said that, I got very frustrated with a guy at work about 15 years ago who kept on finding he couldn’t save his work to floppy discs. I kept explaining to this guy that working with a floppy disc and a single drive is like ordering books for a bookcase of fixed size—you have to make sure before the end of the day that there is enough space on the shelves for what you ordered. Three days running, he lost his day’s work by not taking my advice.

There’s a biology professor at my school who has a reputation for abhorring computers. While virtually all of his colleagues are doing lectures and presentations with PowerPoint on laptops, he is still using overhead projectors and trasparencies. This has earned him the nickname ‘Dinosaur Bill,’ which he couldn’t be prouder of.

A.J.

Regarding similar happenings when the automobile was introduced …

It was common in those early days that a car or tractor (or its owner) would be damaged by acts of pummelling. On reflection, this makes perfect sense.

These were people who had never before encountered machines. Transport and farm equipment were powered by animals. If the animal refused to cooperate, you gave it a swift kick. The animal would get the idea, and the cart, or plow, or whatever, would begin to move again. Perfectly logical, and so familiar as to be pretty much automatic on the part of the equipment operator (and on the animal’s part, too). So what happened if the car or tractor wouldn’t start? Well, it got a swift kick. And if it still refused to cooperate? Ouch!

Best wishes,
Jerry