Hey gang, how are ya? Good, I hope!
Doing good here. Of course, every
day above ground is a red-letter day. So…mark
this one down with a big Red YAY!
Okay, this week’s blog is about something that makes me
absolutely crazy—GREED. Yep, we’ve all
encountered it. Sometimes it comes in
the form of out and out price gouging, sometimes it’s nickel-and-diming with
taxes and fees and charges for things you’ve never heard of. Don’t believe me? Check out the details on your cell phone bill
sometime (just sayin…).
Sometimes the greed is even disguised as a process
supposedly designed to protect us, and often it’s insulting because the
implication is that they are trying to protect us from ourselves. Other times it seems to be nothing more than a
delaying tactic. But I know my readers,
and you guys are smart enough to know the difference. We can see through those stupidly veiled
sales pitches designed to make you grateful that someone is looking out for us,
or the purposeless processes that just buy time until the next bill is cut—or you
die—whichever comes first.
We are not grateful…nor are we amused.
So, here’s my latest head-banging moment. My mother is elderly, and we are in the
process of moving her into a senior living facility. It’s not something any of us wants to do, so
it’s highly emotional and I’m amazed at how one company, in particular, has
demonstrated a complete lack of compassion—a company whose entire existence is
based on the premise that they are there to help the elderly, ill, or infirm.
While I will not specifically name this particular
company, I will say that it is the industry leader in providing devices that
will allow the wearer to push a button and get emergency assistance in the
event of a medical incident or a fall where they cannot get up. Just sayin...
First of all, let me tell you that the initial marketing
presentation was significantly different from the actual services they provided. My mother is a deaf sign language user who
insisted on walking up to a mile from home with her walker. I was concerned with how to locate her if she
fell and pushed her button while walking three streets from home. When I specifically asked if they would be
able to locate her whereabouts with the GPS unit (which adds to the cost of the
basic service), I was told very directly that they would be able to pinpoint
her location and send emergency services.
I made it clear to them that she was DEAF and could not respond to them
if they spoke to her to ask if she needed help.
I was very clear and very specific.
There was no confusion in either my questions or their answers.
No problem they said…we’ve got a process for that. We will find her and send help.
Really?
A few years into our contract, I got a call while I was traveling
in New Mexico. My mother’s GPS unit had
been activated. They wanted to know was
she okay? Did I know where she was?
Uh…no. I’m an
entire state away. Time for you to locate her and send emergency services—like you promised in the marketing presentation.
Nope. Apparently,
the marketing department oversold their services and they don’t do that. (Sounds like a bad joke, right?)
Seriously? I’m
hundreds of miles away and now I’m in a panic, calling everyone I can find to
determine if my mother is okay. What did
the service we were paying for do? They
waited to see if I could find her.
Am I pissed?
I argue and complain, tell them they lied to me, threaten
to file a complaint with the Better Business Bureau.
Their hands are tied. But they do
keep calling me to see if I’ve found her yet.
Jerks!
Fortunately, my mother was safe and sound in church. When
I called them to say that she did not press the button, they then confirmed it
appeared to be a malfunction in the unit.
Are you kidding me?!
Unfortunately, I had cooled off by the time I returned
home and decided not to completely terminate their services, but to return the
GPS unit because it is completely useless for a deaf person—or someone who has
fallen and passed out after they hit the button. I guess the trick is that the device works
great if you can manage not to pass out.
Grrrr…
Be forewarned!
Buyer beware.
Now, we trundle along for another year with the in-home
services, which do work fairly well. The
only issue I have is that their processes require that they waste precious time
trying to talk to her over the unit, or trying to call the house (through an
interpretive relay service), rather than just sending help. She has never responded…never could, never
would…and they know that…but they must take the time to try anyway because that
is their process. One size fits all,
apparently.
By now, I’ve developed a bit of a grudge because they misrepresented
themselves in the beginning and cannot truly tailor their services to the
person’s needs—so much for accommodating the needs of the disabled. I guess it depends on what kind of disability
you have.
So, now we come to this week. In moving my mother, the new facility has
their own pendant that will call their on-site security team who will respond
to her apartment within minutes rather than waiting until they determine she
cannot be reached by phone before placing the call to the fire department—which
typically results in a response time of about a half hour to forty-five minutes,
even though she lives less than a mile from the fire station. (Not the fire department's fault...they respond as soon as they get the call. Good thing they don't try to call you first to make sure there really is a fire! Hmmm...a process that actually works. Perhaps they need to give lessons.)
Okay…deep breath.
It’s time to kick this service with their limited
flexibility and bad marketing presentation to the curb. So, I place the call. I explain to the young man that mom is moving,
and I need to cancel her existing service because the new facility has an
in-house service, and theirs is no longer needed.
What did I expect? Perhaps an offer to cut the price of their services in half—because everyone tries to retain the customer these days by finally offering the appropriate price. Or maybe a heartfelt attitude of helpfulness and well-wishes for my mother’s future…and, “I’d be happy to help you with that.”
What did I expect? Perhaps an offer to cut the price of their services in half—because everyone tries to retain the customer these days by finally offering the appropriate price. Or maybe a heartfelt attitude of helpfulness and well-wishes for my mother’s future…and, “I’d be happy to help you with that.”
Too much to ask?
Apparently. But I
certainly DID NOT expect what I got.
The young man at the other end of the line says before he
can cancel the service, I will need to have the facility send them a letter
confirming that she will have an equivalent replacement service.
HUH?
I’m certain he didn’t understand the situation. So, I patiently explain that I’m the one who
initiated the service and I am paying for it on my personal credit card, so it’s
mine to stop. The new facility has
nothing to do with it.
He stands firm that I must get the facility to send them
a letter.
Seriously?
Have I mentioned this is a very emotional and trying
time? This young man had no freaking
idea what a sore tail he’d stepped on. Now
I go zero-to-bitch in a split second. I
pull out the mom voice and I make it clear…
“It is NOT your position to decide if her service should
be stopped or not. I brought it into
this world, I can take it out. You do NOT
need a damn letter from the facility, the fire department, or God himself. I’m telling you to stop it, and to stop it NOW!”
Can you tell this was the last straw? Uh-huh.
Does he realize his mistake? Does he say he misunderstood? Does he stammer out a not-so-heartfelt
apology?
Nope.
He says to do that takes the authority of a supervisor.
WHAT@&^%(&))*?!!!
It didn’t take a supervisor to start the service…only me,
my credit card, and a misrepresenting marketing department. Now it takes a supervisor to stop the
service?
Well get me an effing
supervisor!
Apparently, the booming mom voice couldn’t get him to do
the right thing, but it did scare him enough to get me a supervisor. She tried to break out the same song and
dance, when I interrupted her and explained that we could do this the nice way
or the not-so-nice way. They could be a
decent company and stop the service I had requested, send me a label, and get
their used unit back. Or they could be
asses about it and I’d call the credit card company and stop the autopay, and
they’d play hell getting anything back except a lot of bad publicity.
Mom voice worked on her.
She immediately agreed to terminate service, send me a label, and have
UPS pick up the unit. Of course, no one
knows if she actually scheduled it with UPS because they never showed up to get
the unit today. UPS mistake or service provider mistake? I’m betting on unscrupulous
service provider.
But come hell or high water, they are getting that unit
back. Of course, it may be buried in a
tub of Vaseline with a note telling them to put it where the sun doesn’t shine. But they will get it.
So…buyer beware!
Check out the various providers if you are looking for this type of
service. The big one advertised on TV
isn’t necessarily the one with your best interest at heart.
Saving vulnerable old people apparently comes with a price—unnecessary processes
designed to delay action and force you into additional billing periods…anything
for a dollar. Which is a very sad
commentary on a company whose entire business is built on the belief they will
help to keep our loved ones safe. To be
fair, there have been a number of times when they did dispatch the fire
department and she got help.
Fortunately, she was not badly hurt and in immediate need, so she could
afford to wait the extra minutes it took for them to determine they couldn’t
speak to her over the unit or via telephone.
Choose your provider wisely!
I hope you haven’t minded this public rant, but I know
you love your momma as much as I love mine.
Things aren’t always as they appear, so ask the hard questions, check
out the reviews, and ask the hard questions again of someone else. Be sure you get the straight story because a mother is a very precious gift. Those who protect her should care almost as much as you do.
That’s my story, deceptive and deceitful, and I’m stickin’
to it. Hang on tight now, ‘cuz we’re
gonna go real, real fast!
Love ya,
Kayce
