Showing posts with label Telephone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Telephone. Show all posts

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Phonetic Fanatic

Phonetic Fanatic

We are strongly encouraged to use the phonetic alphabet at work to ensure fast and clear telephone communication; but this only works if both parties are familiar with it…
 
Me: “Yes, I’ll give you the product code. Are you ready?”
 
Caller: “Yes.”
 
Me: “OK,”
 
Caller: “O... K...”
 
Me: “No, sorry, I was just saying ok. That’s not the code.”
 
Caller: “That’s not the code? What is the code?”
 
Me: “M for Mike.”
 
Caller: “Yes?”
 
Me: “Is your name Mike?”
 
Caller: “Yes.”
 
Me: “Oh. Well the code is M for Mike or Mother...”
 
Caller: “Mother?”
 
Me: “Yes the first letter of the code is M.”
 
Caller: “Oh, right. Yes. M. M. Yes. M for mother.”
 
Me: “The next letter is N for November”
 
Caller: “Yes, I’ve got M.”
 
Me: “No, N. N for”
 
Caller: “Oh. N. N… 4…”
 
Me: “Not N4 just N.”
 
Caller: “Just N?”
 
Me: “Yes, M.N. The next letter is… Q for Quebec.”
 
Caller: “How do you spell Quebec?”
 
Me: “Pardon?”
 
Caller: “How do you spell Quebec?”
 
Me: “Listen, let’s start again shall we? Can I just give you the product code?”
 
Caller: “Yes.”
 
Me: “Are you ready?”
 
Caller: “Yes.”
 
Me: “M… N… Q... 5… 7... 6... 0... W...”
 
Caller: “M. N. Q. 5. 7. 6. 0. W.”
 
Me: “Yes, that’s it.”
 
Caller: “Thank you very much for your help.”
 
Me: “That’s ok. Goodbye.”
 
Caller: “Goodbye.”
 
So much for speed and efficiency.

Friday, 11 October 2013

Questions Questions

Questions Questions

Being in an office where you can hear, but not see each other is not always a good thing - especially when on the phone to a voice-operated system…
 
Automated Voice: “At what time will the goods be ready for collection?”
 
Me: “TWELVE!”
 
My boss: “What?”
 
Me: “I’m arranging a collection.”
 
My boss: “Oh”
 
Automated Voice: “Are any of the goods hazardous?”
 
My boss: “Is it TNT?”
 
Me: “NO!”
 
My boss: “Who is it then?”
 
Me: “Yes it’s TNT.”
 
My boss: “Where’s it going to?”
 
Automated Voice: “How many parcels are there to collect?”
 
Me: “TWO!”
 
My boss: “Yes, where’s it going to?”
 
Me: “Australia.”
 
My boss: “Right, how many parcels did they pack it in?”
 
Automated Voice: “To the nearest kilogram, what is the total weight of the consignment?”
 
Me: “TWENTY SEVEN!”
 
My boss: “What! That’s ridiculous! 27? Are you sure?”
 
Automated Voice: “Have you prepared three copies of the commercial invoice?”
 
Me: “YES!”
 
My boss: “That’s going to cost a fortune!”
 
Automated Voice: “What is the total value of the goods?”
 
Me: “THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO POUNDS FIFTY SEVEN PENCE!”
 
My boss: “What? No! That’s far too much! ”
 
Me: “No. I was just giving the value of the goods.”
 
My boss: “Oh. But still, it’s going to be too expensive. How much is the transport going to cost?”
 
Automated Voice: “I’m sorry. Please repeat the total value of the goods.”
 
Me: “THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO POUNDS FIFTY SEVEN PENCE!”
 
My boss: “What! That’s nearly as much as the value of the order!”
 
Automated Voice: “Do you require additional insurance for this consignment?”
 
Me: “NO!”
 
My boss: “Yes it is!”
 
Automated Voice: “Thank you. Your collection is arranged. Do you want to access any other services with TNT?”
 
Me: “NO!”
 
My boss: “It is!”
 
Automated Voice: “Thank you for booking with TNT. Your call is complete.”
 
<I put the phone down.>
 
My boss: “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t realise you were still on the phone.”
 
As Lord Chesterfield wisely said: “Hear one side and you will be in the dark. Hear both and all will be clear.”





Friday, 27 September 2013

Cold Comfort

Cold Comfort

I received a phone call from a man who knew my name, pronounced it correctly and knew my telephone number Q.E.D. This man clearly knew a lot about me…
 
Cold Caller: “Hello, how are you today?”
 
Me: “Hello, I’m fine thank you.”
 
Cold Caller: “I’m calling about the road traffic accident you’ve had.”
 
Me: “Road traffic accident? Me?”
 
Cold Caller: “Yes, you have apparently had a minor road traffic accident within the past three years.”
 
I had absolutely no recollection of having had a road accident, but then if it was in the past three years, I might have forgotten about it.
 
I have been assured that last night at about 3.00am I said, in a booming and authoritative voice: “Pointy screwdriver! You need a pointy screwdriver!” I have no reason to doubt that I did indeed do this, it was unquestionably a disturbing thing for me to do; but I really couldn’t remember doing it.
 
I also cannot recall putting the car keys in the fridge but I had them last and there they were, next to the huge unopened jar of pickled gherkins (which incidentally will remain unopened until I have a visitor with big enough hands who is prepared to try to open it).
 
So, given that memory is a fragile phenomenon, I was intrigued and wanted to know more about my road accident.
 
Me: “Oh, I can’t really remember having a road accident, but you said that it was a minor one?”
 
Cold Caller: “Yes it’s flagged up that you may have had a minor road accident.”
 
Me: “So, if it was a minor accident – does that mean that no one was hurt?”
 
Cold Caller: “A minor accident would mean that no one was hurt. Can you confirm that you did have a minor traffic accident in the past three years?”
 
Me: “Oh what a relief - no one was hurt. I can’t confirm the accident because I can’t really remember. You’d have to give me some more details. You say it happened in the past three years; could you be more specific?”
 
Cold Caller: “Sorry, it just says that it may have happened within the past three years.”
 
Me: “Hmm I see. Well where did it happen then?”
 
Cold Caller: “Sorry, it doesn’t give that information.”
 
Me: “Oh. Well what information does it give then?”
 
Cold Caller: “The database just gives your name, your address, your telephone number and your date of birth.”
 
Me: “Nothing about the accident at all?”
 
Cold Caller: “Er, no. It just flags that you may have had a minor road traffic accident within the past three years. But you’re saying that you didn’t have one is that right?”
 
Me: “I’m really not sure… what would make it flag up that I had?”
 
Cold Caller: “Erm, probably your date of birth. Err… it would be statistically probable that you might have had a minor accident within a three year period… based on your date of birth… but you haven’t have you?”
 
Me: “What’s that supposed to mean? Because of my age I’m statistically more likely to have lapses of concentration and therefore likely have a minor road accident within a three year period?”
 
Cold Caller: “I’m really sorry. I actually don’t think you have had a road accident. There’s obviously an error on the database. I’ll delete your details and make sure we don’t call you again. Sorry to have troubled you. Goodbye.”
 
I was so relieved that he thought I hadn’t had an accident after all. Now, where did I put my car keys?

Tuesday, 17 September 2013

International Trade

International Trade

When developing international trade it’s important to speak the same language…
 
My boss: <on the telephone> “Bonjour Madame… er… je voudrais parlez avec monsieur Soufflé s’il vous plait…… Pardon?...... il n’est pas ici?” <covers the handset> “What does il n’est pas ici mean?”
 
Me: “He isn’t here.”
 
My boss: “What?”
 
Me: “It means he isn’t here, or rather there.”
 
My boss: “Who?”
 
Me: “Monsieur Soufflé isn’t there… at the place your calling.”
 
My boss: “Where is he?”
 
Me: “I don’t know… ask her.”
 
My boss: <back on the phone> “er…OK bon, je commande  Monsieur Soufflé ist nicht dans la bureau… er… vare ist he, Monsieur Soufflé?......oh…..ok, je commande, merci beaucoup, bye bye.”
 
Me: “Where is he then?”
 
My boss: “Who?”
 
Me: “Monsieur Soufflé.”
 
My boss: “He’s not there.”
 
Me: “Oh well, try again tomorrow.”
 
The development of international trade also requires persistence.

Wednesday, 4 September 2013

A Very Smart Phone

A Very Smart Phone

My boss sometimes sends coded messages to me using the encryption “app” on his new portable Enigma machine, or smartphone… 
 
His last phone had a similar scrambling feature but it was easier to decipher messages as it used the same number of letters that were originally entered; the cryptic messages from his new smartphone (fitted with a rather fetching leopard print case; so that he knows it’s his) pose a significantly more inscrutable challenge.
 
I have asked him if he really needs to send messages using the encryption “app”. He claims that it is simply the “predictive text” function which he says is very handy and saves a lot of time.
 
A typical example of an encoded message received:
“Trifle.” (that’s my code name I think) “Im going 2 b Katie.” (that must be his code name) “Pls phone brain at tortellini.” (A criminal mastermind working undercover at an Italian restaurant?) “Tell him our manoeuvring party 4 ths am will have 2b Carolina.” (Not entirely sure what this means, but something big is definitely going on) “Thnx” (I know that one).
 
I send a return message:
“Yes. Will do. What is his number?”
 
Message received:
“Its no access database” (great; mission impossible)
 
I reply:
“Well it’s going to be difficult to phone him in that case. What do you suggest?”
 
Message received:
“Trifle. Doughnut worry. Ill phone brain from good.” (I gather that my involvement in this dodgy mission is no longer required.)
 
When he returns to the office he is a little frosty with me; perhaps he feels that I know too much <gulp>.

Thursday, 29 August 2013

Do you Speak English?

Do You Speak English?

I am a fan of classical music, but there are limits...

I have just taken a call from a woman in Singapore; after a short struggle to understand each other she asked me if I could speak English.
“I am speaking English.” I replied. “Oh ok” she said and then put me on hold to “Ode to Joy” played on a xylophone.
After five minutes of this I put the phone down.
Life is too short to entertain such nonsense.