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Is it just me or is there something screwy about these surveys?

surveys.jpegI called my health insurance company to ask them to send me claims forms.  The woman who answered my call said she would request to have them emailed to me and have the team put hard copies in the mail as back-up.

THEN she asked me to answer a few questions about how she performed.

I asked her – Would Amazon ask you to write a review about a product you have not yet received?  Would you review a dentist on yelp that you never even went to?  Would you write a review about shoes you never even saw, let alone tried on and bought?  Would you review a doctor who never checked you?

I told her I would gladly take a survey on her performance AFTER I receive those forms!



What is Wrong With THIS Picture?

Ok, so I want to know how many of you can identify with this scenario and with my response.

I was having trouble getting onto my account yesterday with a Morgan Stanley type of site.  I had plugged in the wrong password and got locked out.  I called and the representative helped me and I reset my password and wrote it down somewhere and life continued.

This evening, I got a call from the brokerage company.  I thought ok – I will take the call because the stock market is up, it is down, it is up a little, it goes down even more.  Maybe she was going to try to sell me a product I might actually be interested in.

It turns out that she was following up on yesterday’s phone call.

“How satisfied were you with the way the representative handled the situation?” she asked.

“I am sorry,” I said, “I do not understand your question,” I answered.

She repeated the question, a little slower.

“NO,”I repeated.  “I don’t understand.  How satisfied was I with the way the representative handled the situation?  He answered my question,” I answered.

“On a scale of one to ten with one being completely dissatisfied and ten being extremely satisfied…” and she repeated the question.

“Well,” I thought. out loud.  “I was satisfied that he answered the question.  Wouldn’t it be extreme to feel extremely satisfied that someone who was supposed to answer my question, answered my question?”

She repeated:  “Satisfied or extremely satisfied?”

A good dinner came to mind.  “He answered my question so I guess I was extremely satisfied, ” I said.

She them proceeded to ask a second question that sounded exactly like the first question.

“Stop right there,” I said as the words flew out of my mouth.  “I do not understand the question.  He did NOT invite me to dinner.   He did not make the stock market go through the sky.  The representative did his job.  I asked a question and he answered it.  Now, you are going to ask me TEN questions about how he did answering my ONE question?  You are probably too young to remember that people actually worked once upon a time in this country and no one made or had to make a follow up phone call.  He was just doing his job and if he did not answer my question, he shouldn’t have the job.  Why is your company spending so much time and energy and money finding out if he answered ONE question that was his job to answer?  Do you have to pat him on the back and applaud him because he did his job?  If someone is working, they get a pay check.  If they are not working, they should be unemployed. And you should be doing something way more productive.”




If you agree with me, please speak up.  If you think these surveys are truly valuable, I don’t want to hear it.