Archive | June 2013

Customer Service Is Not Dead

bad-customer-service-2I work in an industry where customer service is paramount. All my working life, the importance of good customer service has been rammed down my throat. Not that I’m complaining and I always go the extra mile to give good customer service in my daily work life because I happen to think it is extremely important.

However, out in the real world, my experience is that poor customer service outweighs the good. In fact I can only recall one instance, when I complained, that I was pleased with the outcome.

It was many years ago when I booked a restaurant for a family occasion. There were six of us and my dad’s starter was accompanied with some brown bread and butter. As my dad picked up the bread to eat, he noticed a small piece of mould. We didn’t make a scene but did ask to see the manager, who was horrified and asked us to have a round of drinks on the house while he found out what went wrong. He returned with an explanation (and a new starter for my dad). Since we had been given free drinks and a satisfactory explanation as to why they unfortunately served mouldy bread, we were quite happy and continued to have a lovely evening. After all, it was only a tiny bit of mould, there wasn’t actually anything moving around! However upon receiving our bill we had been given a considerable discount and the manager met us at the door as we were leaving to, again, apologise most profusely. Now, obviously something went wrong which shouldn’t have but mistakes do happen and I felt that we had been more than compensated and the restaurant demonstrated good customer service. I have been back to that restaurant on many occasions since without further incident.

That is my only experience of good customer service so, when the power steering failed on my BMW and I was told it would cost £1800 to fix, my heart sank. My car is coming up five years old (out of warranty) but has only done 23k miles. My husband, who is not shy to have a rant, felt that for the mileage on the car I should not have experienced this problem. So, he proceeded to tell this to the receptionist at the garage (in the nicest possible way!). To her credit, she said she would phone BMW for us. As we left the garage I thought “nothing ventured nothing gained” but, given past experience, wasn’t expecting to have a good outcome and had prepared myself for the hefty bill. However, when my husband came home from work he told me that BMW had agreed to pay 70% of the cost of the parts meaning that I would now only require to pay £760 being 30% parts and labour. I was absolutely delighted! Over £1000 off my bill.

BMW didn’t have to do that. They could quite rightly have said the car is out of warranty, end of. However, they obviously have a customer service culture. £1000 is nothing to them but in terms of what they will get in return for that small amount (me blogging about it! and probably buying another car from them in the future, versus me bad mouthing them and going somewhere else if they hadn’t stumped up) it was probably worth it to them.

And that’s where I think a lot of companies go wrong. They don’t really know what good customer service is. We’re not looking for the earth, moon and stars, just appreciation for the fact that we’ve decided to invest our hard earned money in their company and a little common sense when things don’t quite come up to the mark. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve bought something and later gone back to return it only to be hit with the “we only give a credit note” statement. Why? Do they do that to tie you down into having to buy SOMETHING from them. In reality, yes, I will use the credit note but you have just put me off coming back EVER again. If you let me return it and give me back my money I will shop with you again and again and again. Simple!

BMW have renewed my faith that customer service is not dead and buried. If I can afford it, I shall certainly buy from them again in the future. Companies take note, what is a relatively small amount to you as a business, can buy you heaps of good press and continued business. Think on!


Living with Dementia

cab066148658377a39f399dfde2d7c68My mum was diagnosed with Vascular Dementia a couple of years ago.  At that time I knew very little of the disease except that, eventually, my mum would disappear into her own little world oblivious to what was going on around her.  I also knew that there would come a time when she may not even recognise us, her family, anymore. The day she was diagnosed she made my dad promise that he would never put her in a care home and he duly obliged. Two years down the road, I realise just how unprepared we were for what lay ahead and the turmoil that the family would find themselves in.

The changes were subtle to begin with, a little forgetful here and there, having difficulty finding the right word, recollecting what happened last week or knowing exactly what day and date it was. Things that happened years ago seemed to be quite recent to my mum. To be honest, we were having a bit of a laugh about it all because some of the things she was coming out with were quite comical.

Then one day my dad told me that she asked about one of her brothers; when my dad casually reminded her that he was dead, it was like she was hearing it for the first time and became really upset. She comes from a large family (most of whom are dead now) and frequently my dad would tell me that she was upset because she didn’t know that George was dead or Jean or Mary. This phase lasted a while but anytime I saw her she never mentioned anything to me. However, on one occasion when I was talking to her on the phone, she started telling me about a place she went to every week.  It was just like her current house only it was in Edinburgh, where she originally comes from.  When I asked my dad about this he said she had been going on about it a lot.  He said she was also getting up in the morning rushing about to get ready for work (she is 77 years of age).  I don’t know where she thought she was going.  As I spoke with her and saw her on a regular basis it began to dawn on me that I was actually losing my mum and it hit me like a brick wall!

During this time my sister, dad and I made attempts to find out a bit more about dementia and how to cope with it.  One of the snippets of information we picked up was that you should never try to correct people with dementia.  However, my poor dad would just go along with some of the things she was saying and than half an hour later it would dawn on her that she had been talking rubbish.  She would then proceed to give him hell and ask him what he was playing at lying to her.  He couldn’t do right for doing wrong!  It was very difficult to know how to handle the different situations we found ourselves in.  At one point, she became very frosty with my sister and we couldn’t figure out why until she told us about the parties my sister was having in her house without her consent. I don’t know how many times she told me this but I just acted as though every time she told me was the first time.  My sister is married with two young children and neither has the energy nor the time to organise wild parties! My sister got hell every time she saw my mum for about a month!

As a family, we decided that we needed to investigate what help was out there, especially for my dad who was becoming increasingly edgy himself because he didn’t know what kind of a day he was going to have with her. We contacted the Renfrewshire Carers Association who have been a great resource. They told us about Power of Attorney which gives us control of her health and finances should she reach the stage where the doctors consider she is no longer of sound mind. They said it was important for us to get this because if she deteriorated quite badly we would have no control over how she is treated. They introduced my dad to a Carer’s Support Group which he attends once a month. They put us in touch with the Social Services who now give my dad some respite a couple of afternoons a week and my mum also has a district nurse whom my dad can call on whenever he is having bad times with her.

Since the start of the year things have gotten a bit more serious.  She has been having hallucinations and frequently sees her dead family wandering around the house.  She has also had periods of extreme anger and resentment, mainly directed towards my dad.  She thinks he has stolen money from her bank accounts and is convinced she had far more money than she actually has.  I now have the bank books for safe keeping along with 3 purses stuffed full of notes which she has been saving up.  She thinks my dad is hanging around with “a bad lot” and that they are stealing things from the house.  There have been times when she thinks people are trying to poison her and one particularly bad episode in hospital resulted in a nurse having to have her rib xrayed because my mum punched her.  She can become obsessed with looking for things which don’t exist and then accuses my dad of deliberately trying to “knock her off her head”.  The worse experience yet was when she had an infection and she didn’t recognise my dad.  She was convinced he was keeping her hostage in the house and, although he looked like my dad, it wasn’t him.

Now every day is a roller coaster of emotions and, at times, I have been phoned by my dad at all hours to come down and try to calm my mum down because they have been having a huge argument about something which my mother has accused him of.  My dad finds it very difficult to come to grips with the fact that, when my mum gives him a hard time, it is the illness and not her talking. He becomes very frustrated and angry and things escalate into a shouting match. I was speaking to someone recently who has been through the dementia cycle and said that frequently those with dementia turn on the ones closest to them. My dad no longer has a life of his own.  He cares for her 24/7, cooks, cleans and, because she has other illnesses and disabilities, dresses and washes her too.  I am now at the stage where I am more worried about my dad than my mum.

Having said all of the above, my mum still has some days where she is completely lucid and when we were in the process of drafting the Power of Attorney she made sure she read every detail and understood it all before she signed it.  Of course, I am her Power of Attorney because she doesn’t trust my dad!  During her good spells she is just like my old mum again. Good company, funny, witty and on the ball!  She can still pick out horses to put a bet on and work out how much she is due back if her horse wins.  However, the bad days are now outweighing the good days.

This last week, I was called down because my mum was in a right state and my dad was at his wits end.  The cause of this furore was the key to the front door.  My mum said she had put two keys for the door on the window sill in the kitchen but when they weren’t there accused my dad of stealing and hiding them.  My dad knew nothing about the keys and searched the house high and low, eventually finding them in a trinket box on her dressing table.  However, according to my mum he had put them there to make her think she was “going off her head!”

At times it is like dealing with a child and you have to negotiate and try to make them see reason when all they want to do is shout and bawl.  My dad has had spells where he has wanted to walk out and not come back because she has said some horrible things to him during the past months but he made her a promise and has said he will keep it as long as he is fit enough to look after her.  My only concern is that I am not sure how much longer that will be because I can see him deteriorating before my eyes. I know that it will destroy him should she eventually have to be put in a care home.

As a family, we just take one day at a time an try to deal with each and every ordeal as it arises. My mum has been in hospital so many times during the past year that my dad and I joke the only time we have a night out together now is when we are in A&E waiting on my mum being admitted.  It is a horrible illness on it’s own but coupled with all the other things my mum has wrong with her means that her quality of life is non existent.  I sometimes wonder how she has survived during the past year (she has had pneumonia, the Norovirus and been diagnosed with COPD) but she keeps bouncing back.

As a family, it has brought us closer together and we keep each other strong. Who knows what the coming months and years will bring but we will continue to deal as best we can and learn as we go along. My sister and I have to remain positive in order to look after both mum and dad.