I am being as even handed as I can in the following scenario, but I need opinions on this matter.
I moonlight as an IT Guy on the side, weeknights and weekends. I have a repeat customer named, “Doris.” The name has been changed to protect the elderly.
She first called me from my ad about a year and a half ago. She was having problems with a really old computer that I could not do anything with. I built her a brand new, state of the art computer, including a monitor, all the accessories, including the Lexmark printer/scanner/copier/fax. It was a beautiful system. I delivered, installed it, and tutored her on it, for a basement bottom price.
Over time, I was happy to come out and troubleshoot, upgrade her software or hardware, or even just to tutor her for my normal flat rate. She is one of my more regular customers. During a dry spell, I could always count on Doris to give me a call.
Now, Doris is an older lady. She lives alone, with three dogs. She collects Social Security, and holds down a full time health care job. She is also a little twichy. She panics over little stuff. Whenever anything goes wrong with her computer, she calls me up. I usually have my cellphone muted during the normal workday. It is not unusual for me to check my phone at lunchtime and see that she had left four voicemails, like today, spaced about ten minutes apart.
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I have taken a break from typing to go have a cigarette and get a cup of coffee. I have calmed down, and now I will proceed.
Doris has a cellphone that she is enamored with. Like Corvettes and their owners, she trades in her model to get the newest model when it comes out. Her latest phone is really nice, and expensive. It has all the Internet capabilities, email, and a camera that can take still shots and video shots. She was not aware that she could take video shots. I showed her how to do it. Sprint is her provider. Sprint offers server space to their subscribers to store their cellphone pictures on. But, she has gotten into the habit of taking a picture and emailing it to her AOL account, then opening the email to look at the picture. I cannot break her from her habits.
I get a call from her on Monday because the pictures that she receives from relatives that they take with their cellphones, and email to her, are coming through too small for her. I instantly know that the problem is not her computer, her phone, AOL, or Sprint. The problem obviously lies with the settings on her relatives’ cellphones.
Now, I recently had to raise my rates, due to the increased cost it takes to run even a small side business of my own, in the state of Pennsylvania. When Doris called me on Monday about her cellphone picture problem, I let her know of the raise in rates. Keep in mind that I have less overhead than my local competition. I have purposely undercut my competition’s rates in order to be more get more business.
“I can’t pay that much.” she said.
“Okay. Since you have been a long time customer, Doris, I’m willing to go halfway with you and split the difference.” I offered.
“Hmmm. Okay. If you can fix my problem. Fine. I’ll pay it.” she said.
So I show up Wednesday night for the appointment. She typically does this, but she has a bad habit of throwing in tangents.
“While I have you here, my printer isn’t working.” The truth is that her ink had dried up from lack of use. I simply shook the cartridges around, cleaned the cartridge heads with tapwater, and they were working fine again.
“And, my password disappeared. I don’t know where it went. AOL isn’t working.” She had unchecked the “Remember Password” box. She forgot her password. I happen to have it memorized. So, I punched it back in, and saved it for her.
These two things took, literally, five minutes. No problem. She’s a good, repeat customer. So, I move on to the main problem that she called me about: the cellphone pictures. I look at past pictures that she has on her cellphone, and I take a few sample pictures. They all print out huge, and in good quality. I then go back into her archived AOL emails and print a couple pictures that her relatives sent her. What she said was true. They are not covering the whole page, but they are a good 3 x 5 picture.
“When Nancy (the niece) prints them out on her computer, they are big.” I take her word for it. “And when she emails these same pictures to Uncle Sid, they are big, too. My computer is broken.”
“Doris, your computer is not broken.”
“Then AOL or Sprint is broken.”
“…”
I know that what Nancy and Uncle Sid are probably doing is saving the pictures to their computer, where they use an imaging software to enlarge, enhance, and crop the pictures before they print them out. The size of the picture is determined by the settings on the camera which is taking the picture. I start to run her through the image resizing process. Her eyes glaze over.
“I can’t do that. That’s too hard. I don’t understand why I can’t just print the picture bigger. My computer is broken.”
“…” I don’t know what to say here. I can explain algorythms and proprietary software to her, but her eyes galze over too quickly. She continues, “Can’t you call AOL or Sprint?”
Now, of course I can call AOL or Sprint. But that will not solve her “problem”. I suggest that her relatives need to check the settings on their phones. Doris’ phone, I check, and is on all of the correct settings so that she will take the largest, highest quality pictures possible with her phone. But, I’m at an impass with her problem. This is something that I have no control over. I did send her niece an email explaining how to make the pictures larger on her phone. In the end, I was able to calm her down and convince her that the problem existed on the settings of the other phones. I take my check and leave, but not before she criticizes my raise in rates.
Fast forward to today. At lunch time I am on my way over to pick up some lunch for myself. I check my phone in the parking lot. Four voicemails. Ten minutes apart. The last one was an hour before. I listen to all four voicemails. They all mimic each other.
“Chicago, this is Doris. My computer is broken again. I need you to call me. This is a big emergency. This is Doris. Please call me as soon as possible. My computer is broken.”
In the parked running car, I call Doris back. “Doris, what’s the emergency?”
She sounds very distressed. “Chicago, it’s my computer. It’s broken. I’m trying to record video and send it to Nancy. Nancy can see it on her computer. When she records any video and sends it to me, I can’t see it.”
“Okay, Doris. Walk me through what you are doing.”
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I have to wrap this up, because it is already too long. She describes the whole process to me. Her relatives are taking video with their cellphones and emailing the files to her. Likewise, she is taking video with her cellphone and emailing the files to herself. Nancy and Uncle Sid can click on the link in her emails and instantly see the video. When Doris clicks on the same link in her emails nothing happens. “Nothing happens at all, Doris?” “Nothing. Well, this box pops up saying that it cannot find the program to run the file. It asks me if I want to open it or save it. Or cancel.” She continues.
“Chicago, I was on the phone with Sprint until 3 am this morning. They can’t figure it out. They say that I am supposed to click on the link, and see the video. Something’s wrong. My computer is broken.”
“Doris, your computer is not broken. I was there two days ago, and it was running fine.”
“Well, you were the one who built it. What’s wrong with it?”
I start the process all over again with her. She boots her computer. She signs into AOL. She goes in one of the emails containing a video file. She clicks on the link. I stop her.
"Doris, what is the file nam-. Wait. Read the box to me. The file should have a name. It should be ‘something, dot, something else’. What is that something else?
“Uh. Um. ‘QT’.”
“Quicktime.”
“What? Quick what?”
“Quicktime. It’s a video software. Sprint is using Quicktime to display their videos.” The funny thing is that she had Quicktime installed on her computer. I saw it two days ago.
I have her click on the link and look for Quicktime in the display box, to use Quicktime to show the video. Doris says that it wasn’t there. Okay. I have her open Quicktime from the Programs Menu and try to open one of the saved video files. I hear her panic.
“Doris, what happened?”
“This box popped up. It says I have to pay. Then there are two buttons: ‘Pay’ and ‘Later’. I don’t want to pay, so I closed it.” I explain to her that it is okay. Open it again and click “Later”. My lunch hour is half over, and dwindling quickly.
She does, and obviously her installation of Quicktime is either really old or corrupt, because a random error message pops up that she doesn’t recognize, and cannot describe to me. The solution is simple. Download a new copy of Quicktime, set up the association, and run the videos. I tell her all of this. Her breath quickens.
“I can’t do that. It’s too hard. I don’t understand why I can’t see this video.”
“Okay. Then would you like to schedule an appointment for me to come back out there and take care of this?”
“Not if you’re going to charge me. Your rates are too high.” Keep in mind that the rates are only 25 dollars higher than what they used to be.
“Well, I don’t work for free. I have a company to run here.”
“Oh, you have a company to run. I can’t afford you. My computer is broken. You built the computer.”
Keep in mind, that this video service is something extra that Sprint offers, for an extra 5 dollars a month. But, I did not throw this back at her.
“Doris, this is a new issue. Of course I have to charge you to fix it.”
“Well, I’m sorry I bothered you. Goodbye.” and she hung up on me.
That’s the story. I know that if I cave in, again, and drive out there to fix her problem for free, that she will only try to take advantage of me in the future.
I have more to say, but I’m out of time, and I have a hand cramp.
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