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i've grown a-costumed to you

Of course, a Halloween party isn't Halloweeny without people dressed like freaks.

As always, my costume this year started with a trip to the S.C.R.A.P. Project, a community reuse center where people donate all sorts of things that someone else might find useful.

I found myself standing in front of a barrel of thousands of yellow vinyl strips that said "free", feeling the strange attraction of plastic. How could I make a costume out of such a wonderful gift, I asked myself.

The answer was to fashion some sort of chicken costume. But not just any chicken. ChickenMan 2000*! Yes, I could be a superhero, my power being running away at incredibly fast speeds!

The costume was conceptually simple - pin several hundred plastic strips to some cheap activewear from Goodwill - but carrying out the idea near drove me mad. Have you ever pushed four hundred safety pins through vinyl before?

I finished off the costume with some accessories made of red foam. The foam also came from the S.C.R.A.P. Project, apparently the refuse from a foam boomerang factory. I have many many yards of it left. Perhaps the best investment I ever made.

The costume came out pretty well, given the few days I had to throw it together. It even held up to feverish dancing to Outkast's Bombs Over Baghdad.

And, for historical context, here are my two previous Halloween costumes. Because you can't find these images anywhere else on the web.

* For those who care, it's ChickenMan 2000 because there was already another ChickenMan, in the form of a humorous radio play.

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boo! radly

I think Halloween is one of few holidays I really get into. Probably because so many of its trappings allow for creative expression.

For example, our house wanted to make things as scary as possible for our Halloween party last Friday, so we made all sorts of Kleenex ghosts. The idea was to somehow convince people that the spirits of dead people were represented by these thin white paper creations. I think they worked because of a commonly held belief that the spirit leaves the body through the nose during a sneeze. As such, people connect tissues with poltergeists in their minds. Talk about frightening!

But that's not all we did. Tell me, which is scarier: going to the bathroom, or visiting "el baño de muerte" (that's "the bathroom of death" for any English-speakers out there)? Unless you have gallstones, I think you'll agree it's the latter. In keeping with that thought, we made signs for the rooms in our house that added a certain "je ne sais scary". I think you'll see what I mean:

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blender contest results

First off, I want to say that the contest wasn't rigged. Promise.

That said, the winner of the First Annual Cockahoop Blender Setting Sorting Contest is none other than my girlfriend Julia. Really.

Her winning entry was, from lowest to highest: easy clean, chop, mix, grate, shred, blend, beat, grind, mince, ice crush, cream, puree, whip, and liquefy.

Which, you'll notice, is not all that similar to Oster's official ordering which is, from lowest to highest: easy clean, beat, puree, cream, chop, whip, mix, mince, grate, blend, shred, grind, liquefy, and ice crush.

Which just goes to show you that Oster has no clue what they're doing. As one contestant put it, "How can liquefy not be the top speed for a blender? ... Crushed ice is obviously (obviously) less blended than liquefied ice". Indeed.

But contestants felt other words were misplaced as well. Most contestants felt that puree, cream, and whip deserved to be among the highest settings, not, as Oster thinks, among the lowest.

In contrast, most contestants felt that Oster was wrong in putting mix, grate, and shred among the highest settings.

But let's not get all worked up here. After all, our house has a blender, and it makes a mighty fine salsa verde.

And Julia has her wonderful prize, which, as it turns out, is a fabulous trip to Portland this Thanksgiving, including a marvelous banquet with some of Portland's hippest hipsters. Congratulations, Julia!

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ana ng's urea farm

Like Christy, I too have become enamored of the anagram craze that's sweeping the nation.

And as usual, it's amazing what subtle truths are revealed about myself and the world at large by simply rearranging the letters in my name. Names that were chosen, mind you, by parents who likely had no access to the program I used to calculate these anagrams. Which makes their resultant truth that much scarier.

So what am I?

A perverted child of some sort?:

I'm a twisted, droll lad.
I'm "Twisted Dollar Lad".

Some kind of unusual artist?:

Well, I'm odd artist lad.
Well, a mild, odd artist.

Perhaps I'm stupid?:

Alas, dim-witted, droll.
Drat - lewd, small idiot.

Or is it my wild nature that prevails?:

Wild time, odd all-star.
Rowdiest lad - dim, tall.

Or my celebrity?:

I add well-lit stardom.

I am the problem with this world?:

A world's admitted ill.

Or am I the world to some people?:

I am dad's little world.

One thing's for sure - I am the creator of the best anagram lists:

All-time word-list dad.

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ignoranium

Speaking of people who could probably use a refresher course in chemistry, I am reminded of an ad I saw in the newspaper recently.

In it, the good folks at Swiss Water, tried to convince me that their coffee decaffeination process was "100% chemical free". A remarkable feat, that.

I imagined coffee beans suspended in a complete vacuum, their caffeine being removed by a team of scientists thinking happy thoughts, or perhaps by the mere presence of the great Juan Valdez himself.

But no. The process is rather pedestrian, involving soaking the beans in water and the use of carbon filters.

Mind you, none of those things involve chemicals, because chemicals are bad, see, and the people at Swiss Water bring you nothing but goodness.

That is why they named their company Swiss Water, after all, when their water in fact comes from Canada. Because Canadian Water doesn't sound so impressive. But we all know that everything Swiss is pure and untainted, such as their bank accounts and their World-War-II-era gold.

But I digress.

As if it weren't enough to try and convince us that carbon is not a chemical, the people at Swiss Water actually try to pass the phrase "flavor saturated water" by us as a legitimate technical term. As in, "Hey, Bob, you can't serve this water to those kids. Can't you see? It's saturated with flavor!" Indeed.

Is it a wonder the kids do so poorly in chemistry lab?

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the play's the thing

My girlfriend Julia is a chemistry grad student at a, um, major west coast university. As such, she gets to be a teacher's assistant in a lab course, teaching the younger generation about, you know, chemicals, and how to mix them and stuff.

But let me not bore you with technical mumbo-jumbo. Instead, let me enthrall you with several one-act plays that Julia has written. These are meant to evoke the spirit of intellectual ardor and academic dialogue that are freshman chem lab. They also bear a striking resemblance to real-life occurances.

Student: Is this the one milliliter volumetric pipet?
TA: What does it say on it?
Student: It says "one milliliter."
TA: So what do you think it must be?
Student: The one millimeter volumetric pipet?
TA: Yes.
Student: Are you sure?
TA: What does it say on it?
Student: It says "one milliliter."
TA: So it's the one millimeter volumetric pipet.
Student: Are you sure? It's small!
TA: Well, some dogs are small, but they're still dogs, right?
Student: Well, yes.
TA: So that's the one millimeter volumetric pipet. Because I said so.

[...]

Student: Julia, it says to use the "magnetic stir-bar." Is that this? {holding up something totally unlike the magnetic stir-bar}
TA: No, you used the stir-bar last week, remember? It's small and white and you put it in the flask to stir the reaction?
Student: We did?
TA: Yes, you used it to stir your reaction.
Student: {blank look}
TA: Let me look in your drawer. Here. This is the stir-bar.
Student: We used that last week?
TA: Yes. Don't you remember?
Student: No.

[...]

Student: Is my reaction boiling yet?
TA: Do you see bubbles?
Student: Like these bubbles here?
TA: Yes. When you heat the solution and bubbles form, that means it's boiling.
Student: Oh. So is it boiling?
TA: Yes. It's boiling.

Ah, the camaraderie of science! That open exchange of ideas that is the basis of the Western intellect. It makes me yearn for those heady days of yore.

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fortified with irony

I got an e-mail today from "Superior Anti-Spam Net". Unsolicited mass e-mail, that is. You might know it as "spam":

"Everyone is irritated by junk e-mail. But did you know that it's more than an inconvenience? Junk e-mail, or spam, poses a very real threat to your computer system and your personal security. ... These unwanted messages are potentially very harmful in the hands of your younger family members. Above all, spam compromises your undeniable right to privacy."

Hello, didn't you people hear? Irony is dead! You can't go around spamming people to convince them of your anti-spam solution!

Why, just think what would happen if other people grabbed onto this idea. Windshield repair companies throwing bricks with their name on them at your car. Anti-graffiti politicians spray painting their "get tough on crime" messages on the side of your house. Peace-loving people bombing and shooting each other.

The mind boggles.

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in the world, not of it

I'm willing to bet I was the only person in my church's choir this morning who warmed up his voice on the way to church by singing along to MxPx.

I don't know. Just a guess.

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ode to a blender

My roommate Beeman got a blender recently. He's very proud of it.

And indeed, who wouldn't be? It has fourteen settings.

Now, far be it from me as an American to question why one needs fourteen blender settings, but, well, I am curious. Did people complain about previous models not having enough?

"Dear Oster, you ruined my Thanksgiving dinner. I needed to break up some Durkee fried onions for my world-famous green bean casserole. However, your crappy blender only offered settings of "mix" and "puree", not a "break up" or even a "chop". Nonetheless, I tried the "mix" setting. Well thanks for nothing - the granularity was all wrong, and everyone hated the casserole. Even the dog threw it up all over grandma, who had a hard enough time keeping it down herself. I hate you and your stupid company. Sincerely, Martha Stewart"

Maybe I'm just not a good enough cook to understand the finer points of food partitioning. Maybe really good chefs have blenders with sliders on them, allowing for an infinite number of blending levels.

Of course, any truly awesome chef would do all his blending with a knife. Yes, even "liquefy". Somewhere in Japan, there is a former ninja making sno-cones with six cubic feet of ice and a Ginsu. That man is my hero.

But that's not my point. My point is the settings on this blender. Someone out there had to come up with fourteen different words or phrases to best describe each level this blender offers. No doubt those words and their order were tested before a consumer group to ensure that people really grasp what the settings mean. Any company that makes its products so user-friendly as to earn the iMac design committee seal of approval would at least go that far, right?

But I think they screwed up. To that end, I am offering up a contest, with contest! some vague, unspecified object or concept as a prize. The rules are simple: put the fourteen words or phrases below in the proper Oster order (without consulting any blender or blender- related resources - if you cheat, you are truly pitiful) as defined by my roommate's blender. When you have the order down, e-mail me [The contest is, of course, long over, so if you're reading this now, don't e-mail me. Thanks. — Todd]. Results to be announced here. Are you ready?

The words are: grind, chop, puree, liquefy, mix, mince, cream, shred, beat, grate, whip, blend, ice crush, and "easy clean".

Don't ask me what "easy clean" means. If I knew, I'd be one step closer to understanding blenderhood.

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Written by: Wenda

Written at: 11:10 27 Sep, 2005

i agree

 

Written by: Wind

Written at: 00:53 01 Oct, 2005

I can't say I understand the whole 14 settings concept either, but I do remember being a kid and just absolutely having to push every single button on my way to frape' just so I could hear the thing rev up from its slowest setting.

 
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home

Ah, North Texas, battleground of the clouds!

What better way to be welcomed back to the mother- and father-land than with a cold front moving through, bringing with it heavy winds and rain, thunder and lightning, and a tornado seventy-five miles away?

And did I mention the power outage? From 9pm last night until we all went to bed, we had no power in our house. So we sat around by candlelight and chatted for a while. You can't get much more old school than that.

It was pretty cool, actually. Very "family". Very "heartland". And ultimately, not all that "stimulating" once my parents got tired and decided to go to bed.

Usually, at that point, I would watch TV, read the paper, or hop on the computer. All very tricky to do by candlelight. So I went to bed at 10pm. Very "Waltons".

Still, it's nice to be home.

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reality trumps surreality

Just when things seem to be really dark, humor rears its funny looking little head. And its head is that of Bert from Sesame Street.

Apparently, protesters in Bangladesh are carrying around posters of Osama bin Laden that contain a picture of the beloved Muppet. No, really.

I found this rather hard to believe when I first read about it on Plastic, but even Wired has a story on it, so, you know, that makes it true.

Doubtful? Go look at the original Reuters photos (first one, second one) over at Yahoo. Or this very large photo over at lindqvist.com.

Is it possible that some Reuters employee doctored the photo? Maybe. But the consistency of these images, with different lighting, angles, and poster crumpling, makes me doubt that.

What seems more likely is that the poster maker simply did a search on Google for "Osama bin Laden" and found a bunch of photos, among which was one from the Bert is Evil parody site. Indeed, most of the images on the poster can be found through that very Google search.

So the American sense of humor sneaks through undetected into some sincere anti-American circles, and is broadcast back to us. It's simply beautiful.

More than anything that has happened so far, this makes me want to chant "USA! USA! USA!" at the top of my lungs.

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todd's got science but makes no sense

My friend Gerry has of late taken to eating Hostess products chilled in his freezer.

He says he got the idea from the Ding Dong box. I guess they taste just as good cold, and you have the added bonus of them, um, being cold, too.

I mentioned that I'd noticed other desserts - cookies and such - promoting the idea of being served cold on their packages at the supermarket.

We were talking about why this idea seems to be so popular of late when we realized that the realm of food science has taken a dramatic step forward.

Clearly, someone had realized that if you take confections - cakes, cookies, and the like - and cool them sufficiently, then you see the effects of superconfection.

And in superconfectivity, fat (aka "taste") particles are able to travel more freely, directly to your tongue, resulting in an increase of gustatory sensation.

The superconfecting treats also float over magnets, which is cool.

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shoppin' berk-e-ley

But the trip to Berkeley was, as always, fun.

I got to hang out in the library on campus, in the guise of a student. I was aided in my chicanery by the realism of my disguise, which involved a backpack. Or, as the kids are calling them these days, a "knapsack".

If anyone would have asked, I would have told them I was a grad student in phrenology, having previously studied in my home country of Pulmonia. But so convincing was my facade that no one bothered me at all.

Lest my visit to such a liberal enclave as UC Berkeley taint me as unpatriotic, I went shopping with Julia. You know, to do our part for the country.

Except we didn't buy anything. That's because we became overly fascinated with Macy's inventory of weird hats.

Now I used to be a connoisseur of wacky hats, but these hats ... These hats were of the level of looniness that only the wealthy can achieve.

And since I remain relatively poor, I was deemed unfit for the hats. That, and I have a very large head, and the hats didn't fit me. So I went and bought some shoes instead.

So that should make things in America all better now.

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a tale of two cities' airports

Last week I flew down to Berkeley to see Julia.

These were my thoughts at the Portland airport, on my way to see her:

Man, airline security measures aren't near as tough as they say they are. Show some ID a couple more places, sure, but things are moving at a normal pace. I got through the ticketing counter and security in thirty minutes. That leaves a whopping one and a half hours to twiddle my thumbs here in the terminal. And there's hardly anyone here to entertain me. Booooring. If I'm going to arrive at the airport two hours beforehand, I think they should have clowns at the terminal to entertain me. Of course, since they only allow ticketed passengers into the terminal, that would mean the clowns would have to get on the flight with me. And maybe they'd let them do the safety announcement. Maybe they would try to cram themselves into the overhead bin. Or they'd hit people over the head with the oxygen masks if they were reading a book instead of paying attention. That would be funny. And it would save lives.

And these were my thoughts at the San Francisco airport, on the way back home. See if you can note any differences:

Egads! Where are all these people going? Egads! They've cancelled my flight! At least they're putting me on another flight. Egads! The line for this new airline is a hundred people long! And the guy in front of me is trying to impress a woman with his tales of tending to Steve Martin's father. It would seem that "Steve" is a really nice guy. The woman is unmoved. Phew, I made it to the counter, forty minutes later. Egads! The line for the security gate is as long as the one for the ticket counter! Hey, I'm being frisked. Egads! They changed the gate for my flight! Egads! They charged me seven dollars for this pizza! Egads! Is that guy serious - look at his pants!

Did you notice the difference? That's right, the San Francisco airport has more mild exclamations the Portland one.

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the creddit, or here we go again

Oh Qwest, you wascawwy wabbit! You've gone beyond mere incompetence this time to actually punishing those would do business with you.

I'm sure it seemed like a clever business plan at the time - "make our customers so angry that they will simply give up insisting on value and service and give in to our corporate will" - but it may have backfired!

Because I hold in my hand the pen of justice! And with it, I can write the oddly allegorical harangue of whininess! And, uh, well, that won't actually accomplish anything, but I'll probably feel better about things.

As you may remember, in last week's installment, Our Hero made the world safer for capitalism by forcing Qwest to pay most of the cost of a new modem it had made him purchase, even though he had a perfectly good one already.

But like any true source of evil, Qwest wasn't hampered in any way! No, it was simply plotting its insidious revenge.

This week, Qwest's plans were initiated when a package arrived on the porch of Our Hero's hillside home. Was it a totem bearing an evil spell? Or a trick package that would explode upon opening? (No, that would be legally actionable!)

It was, in fact, yet another modem! One that Our Hero did not need, as he already had one (actually, two) that worked fine! And it came at the cost of $150.

This was a strange form of attack for the evil Qwest to take. Our Hero decided to attack the villain head-on by calling its billing center and asking what the heck was going on.

But Qwest would not be felled so easily! For its strength had always lain in its spidery webs of confusion and decentralized decision-making process. So Our Hero was forced to talk to many different people in many different departments before he realized that nobody knew why he had been sent this unnecessary modem.

But in the hour or two or three that he spent on the phone, Our Hero learned a most chilling fact: Qwest had already shipped him yet another modem, one that he had not yet received. Their plan was apparently to ship him so many unwanted modems, at $150 each, that he would be forced into bankruptcy! (Note: although I'm writing this up in a silly way, I am in no way exaggerating. Qwest really has sent me two modems I did not ask for!)

Indeed, Our Hero had faced an attack like this before. Previously, they had shipped him the wrong modem, and he was instructed to return it to them, whereupon he would receive credit. That time, it took three months for the credit to appear, and in the intervening months, he was repeatedly threatened that his phone service would be disconnected. But he triumphed in the end.

But this time, the prospect of returning not one, but two modems made Our Hero shudder. Would he have the fortitude to fight Qwest for another three months while two different credits were made to his account, all the while fending off those who would cut off his account?

Then, Our Hero remembered that Qwest had a weakness, a hole in its otherwise impenetrable armor. There was a phone number that went straight to Qwest executives, bypassing the minions that claimed nothing could be done.

Our Hero programmed the number into his cell phone's memory and then dialed it. "Executive Phone Number, you have always been true to me, qwelling all problems I have had with companies run amok! Go now and slay yon Qwest for me, ceasing forever my billing problems!"

And the phone number did as it was commanded. It struck straight at the heart of the beast with such force that it produced not only promises of proper billing in the future, but also made Qwest cough up $50 worth of credit, just for the trouble.

Our Hero once again returned home, free to enjoy the pleasures of life, knowing that Qwest would never again bother him.

But you, dear reader, know that to not be the case. For once again, Qwest was not slain, but merely wounded. And it would come back again with terrible force to do battle with Our Hero. But that is a story for another day.

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Written by: hunger strike

Written at: 22:04 24 Oct, 2003

I am sitting at my desk, and no one is around. I am scribbling this on a notepad as I wait for other departments, I'll type it when I get home. I am surrounded by motivational posters with smiling co workers, charts showing who is selling more than whom, and occasionally interrupted by the liars and thieves who spin their evil magic around me. My email box is full of company propaganda detailing contests, drawings, statistics and top sellers in the office, trying to motivate me into selling more in a competitive spirit. My desk is cluttered with color flyers also inviting me into the madness while regulatory updates, price changes, and everything else is done on the black and white printer or just emailed and nearly impossible to find amongst all the other rubbish inundating me. I have worked as a sales and service agent for Qwest for a few years now. I have smiled and nodded, but kept my scruples, as my direct manager has told me to do a lot of illegal and immoral things. Examples would be saying things that would make customers think that there was only measured service or the bloated and over expensive Custom Choice package. For those who somehow got service without a package I was encouraged to compare services with them in a way that would make the package look less expensive by saying something to the effect of "your service is 22 per month now (includes tax) and custom choice is only 32! (doesn't include tax, will actually be about 45 with tax.) I was told to try to sell every customer a new home phone when they get service by saying it would only be $12 a month. Later they decided it was best to tell customers it would be 45 (custom choice plus phone payment, quote only before tax, after tax it will be 60.) When someone said they already had a phone, I was to tell them it was included with their service for 45, fraudulently insinuating that their bill wouldn't be lower if they declined the phone. If they were lucky enough to get their bill in time to return it they would spend hours getting transferred around before someone would promise a return packet, which of course would never be sent by the under trained and underpaid outsource reps. I smiled, nodded, and pigeonholed this idea because I knew that it would mean preying on the slow witted who didn't realize they were paying $144 for a phone they could get at wal mart for $40. Its the EXACT SAME PHONE, only it says Uniden instead of Qwest. I was encouraged to make customers think a repair would be hundreds, perhaps thousands, when in fact millions pay 4.75 per month for years in the hopes of someday saving 18-85 in the event that they need repair services, which most never do. Many more pay an extra 1.25 to 4.50 per month in case they need to get their $20 phone replaced. Most don't know they actually have this, they think its part of their wire maintenance. Others pay lockdown for their cell phone, duped into thinking its good to pay 3.95 per month so if they loose their $50 phone they can save $15 (there is a 35 deductible that is never mentioned during the pitch) I was scolded for "wasting my time," by telling a sweet old woman making arrangements on her $18 phone bill about the telephone assistance plan. It just took less than 30 seconds for her to get the number from me. Another customer mentioned that she was only using the line for her computer, nothing else ever. I pointed out that she had a feature package that was costing her an extra $20 a month over what a basic line (what she would need for a computer,) would cost. She told me she thought that she needed it to get unlimited phone service and the person told her she would have to pay by the minute to dial up if she didn't get custom choice. My manager listened to that call and told me it was my job to protect the sales efforts of my co workers and do what is right for the company and its shareholders. Once I was observed selling a cell phone to a customer. Before it was legally required, I went over EVERYTHING. I explained that we have very limited coverage in 14 states and explained possible roaming fees. I explained overages and how expensive they could be. I am a good salesman, so she was still excited about the cell phone she was contemplating when I put her on hold to estimate her first bill, next two with equipment payments, and regular bill. My manager came busting out of her cubicle to tell me I had a sale and had to stop trying to talk her out of it. That was definitely not what I was trying to do, I needed the revenue to meet my quota, remain employed, and keep my wife and children fed. I was just trying to keep my karma intact. Another time a woman called in asking for cell phone information. I asked her what it was for and she said it was for her husband, who was a cross country truck driver. I explained that Qwest wireless would not work out for her because we have coverage in only selected areas of 14 western states, not including California and Nevada. My boss came flying out of the woodwork again, and this time she told me that I shouldn't discourage her from buying things. When I tried to argue that the customer would end up paying hundreds, possibly thousands, in roaming fees he told me it was up to her to read the information in the box with the phone and reminded me that I have a sales job. I found out at the beginning of the year that all of the cell phone plans I had been selling included a free 3 month trial of browse now, the positively worthless internet service for cell phone users. I was not told the customers were getting this, so there was no way I could possibly tell them to watch for the charge to suddenly show up on their bill in a few months. After paying equipment charges for the three month free trial, they probably didn't notice the 9.95 because their bills had gone down over the previous month. There has been massive downsizing of the outsourced departments, where sales reps get almost no training for some very complicated issues for wireless and dsl. After a 1 day course I’m supposed to replace an outsource rep that went through months of training. The numbers for those departments now just transfer right back to the sales queue, meaning that customers get transferred again and again back to the same department when representatives understandably forget that the function of that department was merged into their already insanely overcomplicated job description. One of the only outsource departments not to be dismantled are the pushy liars in the “save the sale” department. We have one for packages, high speed internet, and cell phones. They are the ones who you talk to after you realize you’ve been duped and want to just cancel the service. These reps are under high pressure to talk people out of making changes. Its not uncommon that they outright lie about how much a customer would save by removing services or tell wireless and dsl customers that they are in contract when in fact they are not. If the customer persists that they want the package removed there’s a good chance the person over there will just note that they agreed to keep it to avoid being fired for not saving enough products. Last to go was the special payment arrangement department for cell phone users, they needed a whole new department to talk to people who were lied to about how much a cell phone would cost and cant pay it on time. The telemarketing department tells customers that the calls are recorded, but those recordings are no where to be found when they lie, which they do routinely. They use the how much is your bill now (customer quotes with tax,) and then quote the package without tax. There is a convenient delay in processing equipment orders, especially from telemarketers, which means very few customers will see anything saying how much the phone will actually cost before they can return it. One by one, pretty much every state we offer service in sued us. My peers groaned as we were suddenly required to disclose basic service and that packages were not a requirement to avoid measured service. A script was introduced that clearly told every potential wireless customer what they were getting into. My peers were not used to the intricacies of actually telling the truth and still selling something while I had been mastering this skill the whole time. Now that we have to be honest, the new way Qwest is showing its greed is with the interview offer close campaign. Vastly ignored by us lowly cogs but very hyped by the management, it encourages us to interview EVERY customer to see if they are a good candidate for our wireless, long distance, internet service, or packages. Regardless of what answers they give, they are considered a good candidate and we must continue pitching until they hang up. If someone should be transferred to repair because of a line outage or to the credit management department because they have been disconnected for nonpayment, we need only let them know that we will eventually transfer them to have "handled," their original request. We are then to drag them through a 20 minute sales pitch. It doesn't matter if they are on their cell phones using minutes, outside using a payphone in inclement weather, or in a hurry. We are not to consider that they are already angry that the service they have already doesn't work. We shouldn't be stopped from our pitches by the fact that they obviously can't afford what they already have, we press onward by forcing them into the indignity of admitting they can't afford what we are telling them about. Of course that won't help, management tells us that it just means we have to tell them more about the product so they will see more value and want to buy it. The middle managers, making six figures, don't understand that some people actually don't have $200 a month to spare. If a customer tells me they can't afford something, I am not to stop there. I am supposed to continue with my pitch until they either hang up or decide that they do need a cell phone more than they need to buy formula and diapers. The worst is when a customer is calling in to make arrangements. They can't afford what they have, but I am to sell them more. I can't agree to the arrangements before dragging them through my pitches. Customers are terrified that if they explain that they just need to make arrangements that they will offend me and I will refuse to extend their payment. Even if the customer is calling in because they can't pay their $4 monthly fee for low income service, I am to try to sell them things that will make the bill $200. No one is spared. I am not supposed to use my own judgment to determine if someone is able to understand the complex products I am obliged to offer to them. The mentally disabled, extremely elderly, and customers with too little English to understand a the complicated implications of their order are not exempted from Qwest's spirit of greed. My manager says I should not make judgments about what products someone might want just because they are disabled/elderly/new to English but I know right from wrong. If they can't really understand what they are getting into it is just as if I had lied to them. Moral objections aside, I don't see how any sober person could think that this would actually improve revenue generation. Do you really think that someone is going to buy anything after we drag them through wireless and dsl pitches? Can any human keep up the momentum and enthusiasm required to sell when they have been forced to drain their energy on people everyone knows will not buy anything? A few months ago they started requiring that the bill address be verified on every call. The people who thought of getting two alternate contact numbers for every order never thought about how it would sound to customers making very simple changes. And now can I get two numbers to reach you at in case we have questions about removing these products you didn’t order? At the end of every call, even if we're transferring, we're required to say "I'd like to let you know that Qwest appreciates your business and its my goal to provide you with excellent customer service. Have I provided you with excellent service today?" I'm laughing as I comply with these requirements, I see the closing script as my opportunity to tell my customers what a bunch of silly bastards the people on the top really are. Tired of high pressure sales every time they make a phone payment, I see customers flocking in droves to companies that really do appreciate their business, not just want to sell more things to them. It never occurred to the idiots on top how this would feel for a customer dragged through the billing address and closing sarcasm every single time they get transferred, and again when they call back because their problem wasn't solved. When it became clear that requiring every customer be interviewed (grilled with questions about the services they have now) and offered (pressured into switching to Qwest or starting service they don't need or want) wasn't scaring everyone into compliance they rolled out the new call flow. Its a massive flowchart about 10 pages long. It starts with "Now that we've gotten that taken care of, do you mind if I take a minute to update our records?" then has lines going to yes and no telling us what to say. "Are you sure? This just takes a minute.." or "Ok, great, do you have a cell phone." We are supposed to read the words in the bubbles verbatim. My manager, and the people above him I'm sure, think that customers will not be able to tell we are reading or recognize those exact same words from when they called in last time. After mechanizing almost every part of the call they launch the "personal touch," campaign, telling everyone in Qwest Today, the daily propaganda newsletter, how we're working to add the personal touch to our customer interactions. Its like one arm doesn't even know there is another arm, let alone that its pointing the other way and threatening unemployment to those who don't follow. Looking across the centers I see sales revenues plummeting, this is because others are terrified of loosing their jobs and are actually trying to follow the call flow, which results in selling nothing but burnout for the salesman. It is literally impossible to show enthusiasm about every product, on every call, even when you are forced to do so needlessly or against your own better judgment and ethics. The script can be read, but by the third time it is obviously a script. Customers can smell a script a mile away and it doesn't pique their interest. The state decrees for all say that we must handle the customers original concern before moving forward with a sales pitch. We must ask for permission to interview for sales and get cpni (permission to use information from your phone bill to push other services) clearance, not just say we are going to "update our records." A few decrees also admit that selling to those who cannot understand the obligation is considered cramming. I've filed an anonymous PUC complaint in every state where Qwest has service. Its a drop in the bucket and worth my time. It was a small army of them that forced the various state Attorney Generals, (mostly fat and docile from too many bribes) to finally sue Qwest and bring the decrees. These decrees, though only partially compiled with, have forced the company to stop pressuring me to make customers think they can only have a package or measured service, made sure most of the customers knew at least a little about their cell plans, and a choice of dsl isps. That’s a big improvement for customers, and has helped the handful of honest sales reps. There is less pressure on the honest among us to be dishonest, more pressure on the dishonest to meet those minimal standards of integrity. Speaking of PUCs, the statistics they get are all wrong. In sonar, the primary order writing tool, we are to enter "so" in one field whenever an order's completion date is changed. In training I was told simply to put SO in that field. SO says the customer requested their service on another day, and prevents there from being any record that the reason something didn't happen on as planned was because we messed it up. On every order, we have to put an x next to where we type in the completion date. I found out the x is used to generate reports that customers satisfied with our turnaround times, like waiting 5 days for a new number. Its never mentioned in training that there is any other option for those fields, most people just use macros. These fields generate audits for the PUCs and are used to calculate the statistics that Qwest brags about, like 98% of new service requests going in on time. In our new system, consulting plus, there is no reason code necessary when we are delaying an order. I wonder if the PUCs think we don't need to track anymore after so many years of such good statistics, or are those reports just completely fabricated now? Up until recently, we had to input a certain code as part of writing any bill credit. I found out that code tells the computer it is an adjustment for basic service. They were having us do this because it took the money off the books of the dial tone part of the business, so that it could make it look like we were making less money for basic service and help to justify raising rates to the PUCs. About the time competition started taking our customers and it became clear that they couldn’t raise the rates again without loosing more business they showed us how to use the code to bill the adjustment to the wireless, dsl, and optional features part of the business. It was NEVER mentioned in initial training that there was any other way to issue a credit. I think it was about a year ago when we had that massive "billing error" that caused a lot of our customers to be billed literally 10X the actual amount they owed. A few months later, this happened again with many of the cell phone accounts. Everyone made estimated payments and it was cleared up on the next bill. This was on the news in little sound bytes, with the reporters chuckling that someone hit a wrong key somewhere. I think, but am not sure, that the billing from the last month in the quarter is used to estimate revenue for the next quarter. Investors look at that estimated revenue to decide what stocks to buy. Isn't it funny that this happened twice, and each time right at the end of the quarter, when Joe nacho was selling off all of his stock right before he left us? As disgruntled as I am, its also important to point out that up until this point I have been very successful. I have not come in at less than 150 percent of my sales objective with less than 2 percent turnover in a looong time, but I will now. Like many of my co workers I have decided its not worthwhile for me to sell things for this company anymore. With the kickers being restructured where I must follow the aforementioned insanity on every call to get my hard earned kicker money. If I am caught sparing a developmentally delayed or extremely elderly customer a high pressure pitch for a cell phone, or forget to start talking about high speed internet after that leads nowhere, my kickers, which account for over half my income, are gone. Since I won't violate my ethics, I won't get my kickers so there's no point in selling anything other than the minimum 60% to avoid progressive discipline. I take pride in knowing that everyone I talk to will not be misled, cheated, or drug through unnecessary grief. Every customer who I talk to is one that is saved from the wolves that surround me. I will not look for another job. I really don't think I will get fired for this and solar haven’t even seen the beginning of the two month process of write up and termination. I suspect the process may not begin until after next month's numbers come in anyway, so I have three months to fight. Though they insist that it is a job requirement to have a 100 percent offer rate, they are offering us stupid incentives if we get the office level to 50 percent. Obviously I'm not the only dissident here. I'll just do what I know is right, and with my good karma and basic dignity intact I have nothing to fear. If anyone wants to talk to me directly, I set up a new email address at spiritofinsanegreed@hotmail.com .

 

Written by: brian

Written at: 20:43 03 Jul, 2006

amen brother. i worked for qwest as sales and service nazi for 1 year before they decided to clost my center down in helena montana and screw ne one that cant move to another state.

i have a wife and 2 kids, and i didnt even get the time off of work once or twice a week even a few hours a day to find a job. i guess im just expected to go apply for jobs on the weekends when everyone is closed.
so what do i do, i quit...it was the only way that i could go arround town and shotgun my resume to as many jobsites a possible.

speaking about time off. i had a traffic ticket in another city in my state, the "mission control" raz desk didnt even give me half a day off on the day i had to be in court 200 miles away, (the cop was graceous enough to set the date out far enough for me to ask time off for travel; i even asked for half the day off 2 weeks before the date.) they said "we need a subpoena to give you time off for court" (i had used all my vacation time on none other than vacation, and my sick time was used up when my wife was in the er for a week) i said "if i miss the court date, im gonna get a warrant for my arrest!" and guess what happened. they told me that a copy of the warrant would suffice; they didnt even want the ticket i was issued in the cop's handwrighting (which IS legally a subpoena) so they scheduled the DAY AFTER MY COURT DATE as a half day off just so i would get a warrant for my arrest issued so i could bring it in and not get written up. in the promise that i would bring back the copy of the warrant. all i have to say is oh my god.... not only is qwest shotty to it's customers but to their employees as well.

im glad im done with them.

 

Written by: anonymous

Written at: 13:31 26 Sep, 2007

what's the number

 
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