My 75 year old mother has just been through the stress of moving from her home of 42 years, into a retirement village. Only a kilometre up the road and on the same telephone exchange but do you think TelstraQueer can manage to get the telephone changed over. Not a fuckin' clue
She was advised (finally) by TQ on the 29th January (the eve of her move) that the connection would be done in 7 days. Okay we can live with relying on her cellphone for the first week as my sister would be down from Auckland to stay with Mum and help with the shift.
The 7 days came and went last Friday and after listening to TQs shitty muzak and promos, indispersed with strong personal abuse of the drones that all seemed to know nothing, we were advised that all would be happening on Monday - today.
This morning after 1 1/2 hours of muzak and ever better honed abuse I decided to try a shortcut and found somebody in "Business customers" department who actually seemed to know more than the previous TQ drones. It was scheduled for 1-5pm today. Joy, celebrations and operational communications
But 5.00pm came and went and not a titter. WE have obviously just been fucked with once againTwo hours of TQ muzak (in stereo as I had both phones on handsfree in an attempt to beat the "27 minute call backlog"), various threats to tone down my language countered with "If you hang up on me I will then call back and abuse another one of you drones", to find out the job has been rescheduled to the 11th (Thursday). You must be fucken joking
Some pissant little tech didn't get his work done today so the queue just slips three days. What about "sorry we'll get it done in the morning?"
More calls to "customer service" (Department name fail) to arrange transfer of the landline number to terminate at Mum's cellphone. Well, I though that would be good for a bit of idle chatter with yet another drone. That's not going to be an option
Finally I found a sympathetic older female service person who also has (had) a parent who had been through a similar emotional trauma, with initial stages of dementia, and actually had some degree of feeling for what the lack of a telephone in a new and strange home environment meant to an elderly person. An email to the manager may see some change to the delay in connection but I'm not holding my breath.
Tomorrow morning, after I have organised carpet cleaner, in the house that will have new occupants on Friday, I'll be back on the phone to TQ to spread some more discontent among the drones that spend their day being abused by Mr and Mrs New Zealander who wait in the distant hope of actually getting a telephone that works sometime before hell freezes over.
TelstraQueer - Telescum .... Tweedledee and Tweedledum![]()
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