We’re getting ready to stick it to The Man*, and I couldn’t
be more nervous.
I mean, I used to work
for The Man. Trained in its tactics. Scared by its customers. Tired of its
bag-the-new-while-poop-on-the-current customer service plan. I did enjoy the
health insurance, though.
And we’re really leaving The Man to throw ourselves at other
iterations of The Man, but perhaps in combinations that will save us a little
bit of money and perhaps a lot of frustration.
Still can’t think, though, that they’ll send their hired
goons out after me when they find out.
We’re ditching Centurylink.
For those who don’t know this iteration of The Man,
Centurylink is one of the leftover Baby Bells – landlines, broadband internet,
truculent customer service and such. We’ve been with them since forever on the
landline, and off and on for broadband internet for several years. We’ve played
the cheap broadband game with them for about three years now, and they’ve
finally decided we’re loyal enough customers that they can stop offering the
deals, jack up the prices and all will be right with the world.
They don’t know my wife very well.
If it were me, yeah, I’d not bother. But my wife pays the
bills. And she’s ready to stick it to The Man.
So we’re dropping the landline in favor of our cell phones
(upgrading my wife’s cell phone plan in the bargain). And we’re switching
broadband providers.
But I’m the one who has to call Centurylink to break the
relationship and persuade them (perhaps) to let us keep the phone number my
wife has had since 1997. And they’re not going to take it well, given the
experience I had working in the call center I know I’m going to have to call.
And maybe they’ll try to wheel some deal to try to keep us. Well, I’ll say
y’all should have tried that when I went online to chat with y’all earlier this
month about our prices shooting up to nearly $100 a month -- and then insisting there’s nothing you
could do to lower prices but let’s see how we can save you money by seeing who
your TV provider is.**
Maddening.
I’m glad I don’t work there anymore.
And soon, we’ll have other Men to complain about.
*If you don’t know what “The Man” means, I offer you the
definition They Might Be Giants offered at a concert I attended in Utah many
moons ago: “The Man is a euphemism for The Man.”
**They took it better than I thought. I found their special “We’ve
Given Up Hope Retaining Customers” line and called it. Was done in less than
three minutes. Our last day is today.
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