Wednesday 14 April 2010

Evenin' All.

Well, that wasn’t much of a hiatus, was it?

So anyway...

I needed to talk to HMRC today (that’s the Brit equivalent of the American IRS. Don’t know what you call it in Ireland, Thailand and Australia - apart from a word beginning with b, that is.) They’ve sent me two coding notices in quick succession, and one of them doesn’t make sense. I called the Helpline number.

As is usual these days, I sat through a series of menu options and recorded announcements. Finally there was an announcement that said ‘OK, now I’ll put you through to somebody who can help.’ Without a pause, another announcement cut in. It said (slightly abbreviated) ‘All our enquiry staff are helping other people at the moment. You might want to call back later. Thank you for calling. Goodbye.’ And the call was terminated. No offer to let me hold, so no option but to hang up. I tried it six times through the afternoon and evening with the same result. That’s the ‘Helpline.’ I found another number for HMRC in the phone book and dialled that one. All the same announcements, menu options and ultimate termination. So how do I get to talk to HMRC to resolve my query?

And then I got to thinking, as ever (bane of my bloody life! I think I think too much.) What I thought was this. Menu options and recorded announcements are a relatively recent phenomenon. It used to be that you called a number, and it was either engaged – in which case you hung up – or somebody answered, usually fairly quickly. I wondered just how much this modern system is costing the great British phone subscriber, so I did a rough calculation. Lets’ suppose that an average of 10% of the population makes one call a day. That’s 6 million calls at a cost of around 5p per minute. And let’s say that each call has an average of 1 minute’s worth of menu options and recorded announcements. That’s £300,000 a day – over £100m a year boosting the profits of the phone providers. And people wonder why I have suspicions about who’s actually running this culture, and for whose benefit.

One thing would help slightly. Could we please have billboards dotted around the country saying ‘Your call might be recorded for training purposes, and to help us improve our service.’ A few people might even believe it, and it would at least save us having to listen to the same thing every bloody time we call a company or official department. Thank you.

5 comments:

Róisín said...

Good work, you lasted a whole two days! Totally agree about the phone menu carry on. If you notice, they only ever use them for helplines and customer service numbers. If you're ringing to buy or sign up for something you usually get through straight away. We've been trying to cancel our old internet service for over a month now and they whenever we manage to get through they tell us they'll ring back. Guess what- they never do. Me thinks Watchdog might be getting a wee phonecall (I know I'm in Donegal but I'm on the border with the North and it's a UK based company).

Róisín said...

Speaking of Watchdog, funny story- when I was doing my MA in journalism last year I had to do an internship through the NUJ and we were told if we had any complaints during it to bring it to their attention. Apparently the year before they'd only had one issue with a student on placement. Ironically enough he had been working on Watchdog for the BBC, but instead of getting his required journalistic experience they sent him out to paint the entire interior of one of the presenters' homes!

JJ said...

Was he an Irish journalist? If so, I suspect that good old Aunty Beeb thought that God gave us Irishmen to dig canals - and decorate presenters' homes. Bastards! It's why I'll always buy an Irishman a drink. Are you familiar with the plays of Brien Friel? I think he's probably my favourite playright. We did a series of his plays at the theatre where I used to work. And I seem to recall he came from your neck of the woods somewhere.

Róisín said...

Yup, he lives in wee village just over the road called Muff (most English people have a wee snigger at that one). I remember thinking it was funny because whenever Ralph Fiennes was nominated for an oscar he chose to blow off the ceremony and go visit Mr Friel in Muff instead. If you knew Muff you'd think it was funny too.

Anyway, I'm not the biggest fan of his plays. They're ok. I much prefer the plays of Frank McGuinness- who just happens to be from the same street as me! His stuff is pretty similar to Friel's (he even wrote the screenplay for Dancing At Lughnasa) but darker and, I think at least, funnier too. Check them out if you haven't already.

JJ said...

Muff and McGuinness. Definitely sniggersome. Must look it up on the map, to see whether you're having me on.