For those of you who don't know, if you mail Netflix the wrong DVD (read: my $30 instructional 3-cushion billiard DVD) they don't even make the pretense of caring to mail it back to you. Which has prompted me to write this drunken diatribe to Danielle A., my randomly-generated customer service rep. Any here who 'feel' my cause may feel free to each her on their own. Any who do not may proceed directly to the Read My Damn Comics section of the forum and pick on someone else - I've already been beaten up enough today:
Dear Danielle A. (in response to Netflix's uncompromising position on returning my personal DVD which was accidentally mailed back to them):
I understand that your corporate policy precludes you from thinking you can help me in any real way. That is what corporate policies do; catch you at a point in your life where you need some miserable 8 or 9 dollar an hour wage so badly that you're forced to do things like tell people you can't mail them a disc when mailing discs is so clearly what your company does for a living. But I need you to listen to me here for just a second. I know you must get so many e-mails about people sending you back the wrong movies that we all start to seem the same to you, and I need you to remember that I am a person too. I'm tired of getting screwed over, just like you!
I've had the jobs like yours. I've been the pizza delivery guy who goes back to a family that says it got the wrong pizza, but couldn't refund their money because one bite was taken out of one slice, obviously before the customer realized the pie had the wrong toppings on it. I've been the guy who couldn't allow the shirt to be exchanged because the washing machine had washed a couple of digits of the store code on the recepit. I felt terrible every minute doing those awful things to normal, hard-working people for the sake of the corporation who paid my miserly wage, but I did it. But at least, Danielle, I told them I thought the policy was stupid. I acted like my hands were tied, I really made them believe it, maybe because I really did, and I would appreciate the same from you. If you have to screw me over on this DVD return, if you can't be so human as to pick up the phone and call the Ft. Lauderdale distribution center 30 minutes from my house and ask someone to hold the disc so that I may come pick it up from them...if you can't do that or won't do that then please have the decency to tell me you just don't care to do it, or convince me that you sincerely want to but are unable. Hell, tell me you're being held hostage! Something! As it stands no I have no choice but to consider you some glassy-eyed cog in the system. You clearly don't want that, Danielle. I know you're better than that. This canned e-mail about researching the issue and regretting the inconvenience is too much to stomach.
Although this request may seem strange, I would truly appreciate a response back from you so that I may feel I've actually been corresponding with a human, rather than some computer-generated e-mail responding robot script. I have to know that there is actually someone at Netflix who is personally willing to stand behind their idiotic credo of refusing to send me back my DVD. I have to know that. Write me back and tell me I'm not worth it. Write me back and tell me something. Even if it's not helpful. Or funny.
Thanks,
Jason W***
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