• Mulligrubs@lemmy.worldEnglish
    5·
    54 minutes ago

    There was a study on judges and parole hearings, and early in their shift they were much more likely to grant parole, and the closer it got to lunch time, the less likely they would grant parole.

    After lunch, they were again much more likely to grand parole, but as the day wears on they are more and more strict.

    Consider this an anecdote I am not going to track down the study to prove the great debate or anything I’m tired

  • Delphia@lemmy.world
    2·
    2 hours ago

    Customers are always pissed the first time you speak with them. When I have to call them I do a quick first call and let them know its immediately being worked on, ask them if theres any other information that might be helpful and Ill get back to them when I know something, they are ALWAYS better to deal with on the second call.

    I do this because I can always get off the first call with “Respectfully, I’m not customer service. I’m the guy who fixes the problems and the longer I’m on this call is time I’m not fixing your problem. Now I need to go and I’ll call you as soon as I have a resolution”

    People just want to be taken seriously.

    • Croquette@sh.itjust.works
      3·
      51 minutes ago

      The typical customer service is 45 mins ++ of waiting on the line, to be greeted by an agent with a heavy Indian accent that will go through the script before having any chances to have a shot at maybe fixing your issue.

  • TheHotze@lemmy.world
    17·
    8 hours ago

    I have a very feminine voice, and my customer service voice is even higher. In person though I look very masculine. So I get people complaining that the lady they talked to on the phone didn’t know as much as I do all the time. I am the lady on the phone.

    • Midnight Wolf@lemmy.worldEnglish
      4·
      7 hours ago

      I’d call them out every single time. I worked in food service/customer service (yay I can totally clean the kitchen, take orders, deliver orders, work the front desk and phones, process payments, fix mixups and upset customers, order necessary kitchen supplies/ingredients, and be the only one there in the evening for when it gets robbed, noooo problem!) and honey, they didn’t pay me even a fraction of what I needed to give a fuck. It was in a very affluent city in the states and I swear, the people on the poor side were much better decent individuals vs the absolute shitstains that expected everything on a goddamn silver platter, 5 minutes ago, every time.

      It gets me all hot and bothered thinking about watching them stumble over themselves as they try to backtrack the words coming from their mouth.