One of the reasons I don’t read fiction is that it seems to take me longer than most. I’m no super reader, like Ingrid. She can read and finish a 400-page book in a day. That’ll be a month for me. This is one of the reasons I rarely read fiction. Instead, I listen to or watch fiction. I’m a slow reader. Upfront: being a slow reader hasn’t diminished my love for the written word.
I’ve written tens, even hundreds of thousands of words with the intention of publishing them. While I’ve published some, some of the words got no eyeballs besides mine. That blog unpublished blog post. They rest in a graveyard on my computer. Some of them I deleted. Where do deleted words actually go? Weird thought, right? But why does the blog post I didn’t publish exist?
So, you’ve had a bad customer experience. Some people I’ve asked say they don’t engage the company or organisations. Others say they do. I got mixed responses with most people expressing the need to speak up. You should speak up when you’ve had a bad experience from a service provider for two simple reasons. The first is that when you make them aware, you give them an opportunity to get better. The other reason: if you protest by taking your business elsewhere, people will lose jobs. So, how to complain about a bad customer experience in a helpful way?
One of the biggest and worst reasons businesses fold is bad customer care and or support. One of my pet peeves is bad customer care. The last three words of the last sentence should never exist in the same sentence, but sadly they do. I had one of the least desirable customer experiences. We moved to a new house and have been trying to move our DSL line for a while now.
This might be cliché, but I don’t care: I’m not where I want to be but I’m glad I’m not where I used to be. Revising philosophies isn’t as scary as it used to be. (There’s one thing I fear more than anything else.) I’d like to believe that I’ve been changing my mind for the better. Sometimes I look back at things I’ve done and who I was, and wonder, “What was I thinking?”. I hope this is a good sign of maturing.