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Customer Service Suffers When Computers Replace Humans

We seniors of this still-new 21st century are old enough to remember the good old days, when you were able to rely on tools that worked and call on real-life people whenever you needed help.

Those days may be slipping away now. Increasingly, coping with today’s complicated world may hinge on how smoothly you can adapt to the various technological gizmos that are constantly popping up wherever you go.

One example that comes immediately to mind is the new digital camera technology, currently the sweetheart of shutter buffs the world over. I became a fan myself a few months ago, after our daughter bought one for my wife as a birthday present. I’ve been using it a lot more than my wife; it takes great pictures without film and stores the photos inside the camera.

But last week, I learned there can be a downside to digital cameras. When you go to the drug store to develop your pictures, you have to deal with a cumbersome machine that takes you through the developmental process step by step.

A friendly clerk got me started on the 60 photos we had taken on our recently completed Alaska cruise. But after returning home, there were more than 100 pictures in the packet, including all shots taken and saved on the camera’s “memory stick” since the start of the year. The computer mindlessly included these with our order.

Back at the drug store again, the clerk cheerfully gave me a credit for the unwanted photos without speculating where I might have gone awry. “Forget it,” he said. “This is only a machine. You can’t argue with it.”

But I couldn’t forget it. I probably had unknowingly made the mistake myself while punching the various buttons required to bring the process to its conclusion.

The perils that lurk everywhere as you navigate the waters of today’s cyber-world may be acceptable to most. But they’re a real hazard to older folks who remember the times when personal service was the standard of excellence for most things you bought and used.

I discussed this subject last week with a friend, Mel Bisgay, a 79-year-old East Sacramento resident and retired manager for McDonnell-Douglas who now fills his spare time as a legislative advocate for the Veterans of Foreign Wars.

“This generation is just too quick to make changes,” he said. “I wonder sometimes if changes are just made to get people stirred up.”

Technological changes are made, he added, even when they’re not especially needed. “Industry is looking at the bottom line,” he said. “It saves money when they get you to talk to a machine rather than actual people.”

Not long ago, I was astonished to find that Home Depot — a huge home improvement conglomerate that I patronize only occasionally these days — had replaced its checkout clerks with machines similar to the devices used for developing digital camera photos.

As I was trying to complete the purchase of a stepladder, I was stumped by the new computer station and finally had to wait for a clerk to show me what to do. Slinking off like a complete idiot, I’ve avoided Home Depot ever since and switched my business to the neighborhood hardware store where people accept my cash or credit with the warmth of their hands.

A more recent bout with the new technology came when we took an early-summer cruise to Alaska, beginning in Vancouver — where we were to rendezvous for a few days with our daughter and son-in-law — and ending in Anchorage. As part of the cruise package, we would fly back from Anchorage to Vancouver, then home to Sacramento.

We were startled when we finally read the itineraries for the homeward flights.

We would leave Anchorage at 8 a.m., land in Seattle, change planes, and then fly back north to Vancouver. Then we’d fly back to Seattle, and change planes for the last time, to Sacramento at last! Total travel time: 15 hours, with four flights and two passes through customs.

It seemed nutty to interrupt a flight home to bounce back and forth from Seattle to Vancouver before continuing with our homeward course. So I took up my case with our travel agent, with Princess Cruises, and by phone with Alaska Airlines.

It was all to no avail. It was too late to make changes, I was told. Seattle is the hub, they said, and the flights have to touch down there. There would be a substantial additional charge if any changes were made, even if they were possible. I finally sighed and gave up.

But on cruise departure day, I decided to give it one last shot as we lined up for our boarding passes at the Alaska Airlines ticket counter. I showed our itinerary to a young clerk, and pointed to the return trip section showing us needlessly flying from Seattle to Vancouver and back again. There seemed to be a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. “This is ridiculous,” he finally said. “Let me call my supervisor.”

“It’s crazy to have you go back and forth between Seattle and Vancouver for absolutely no reason when we need the space on those flights,” the supervisor said.

She went back to her office for a few minutes, and returned with a new itinerary for our return flight — Anchorage to Seattle to Sacramento, and with no penalty fee. In addition, with the Seattle-Vancouver tandem eliminated, we’d get home six hours earlier, and we did.

The significance of the change was underscored before we got home. When we showed up to check in for our flight home from Anchorage, we found there was no ticket counter there. Instead, there were scattered computer stations where people could punch in the ticket information and receive boarding passes with little human intervention. There was an employee available to help people punch in, but that’s all she would do. A complaint about my itinerary would not have received a hearing, as it did in Sacramento.

Thank heaven, I thought, Sacramento still has real people at its airline ticket counters who can listen and act on complaints that have obvious merit. But how long will it be, I wondered, before the computers take over, and the people will be gone?

As my friend Mel Bisgay put it, “industry wants to save money. It’s the bottom line. They don’t pay for YOUR time, so they don’t care about it.”

 

 

 

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