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Mobile Missteps Provoke Consumer Confusion
Posted November 20th, 2008 byCategories: Mobile Phone
Regarding my struggle with T-mobile: I owned a phone for two months, the Nokia 6310. I like the 6310 because the camera is decent for a cell phone (3.2 megapixels) and it has an above average quality mp3 player. The sleek red and gray design is flattering. It’s not too bulky or too wonkish looking for me.
There is one relatively important flaw in its design, however. The screen stops working after two months. I was surprised. Having studied up and read the reviews from the far reaches of the Internet, I thought I had done my part as an intelligent consumer and felt that I should be rewarded for my efforts. This defect was unforeseen by the trusted and cranky mobile phone critics.
A quick glance around the web revealed that I was not alone in my dilemma. Many others had fallen victim to the “case of the dying screen” and due to this, they are no longer available for sale. Just my luck, I thought.
I took the phone to the shop, up the road on Fort Apache. It’s just past the dancing man with the fake guns and the cheeseburger sign on the corner of Sahara. The sales associate was friendly in the way that I expect sales people to be, even if I don’t trust them.
He asks if I want to do an exchange and then types some things into his computer and learns that the phone been recalled. Actually, it’s not exactly “recalled”, as I would discover later, but “sales-halted.” Which is a convenient means of employing a legal loophole requiring that companies pay shipping on recalls.
The associate says that, although I cannot have the same phone in exchange, I have a choice between two other models, a silver and a red. I have yet to be skeptical of the process at this point. I choose the silver one, the 6301. It should be shipped in 7 days. He asks if I would like a loaner phone in exchange for a deposit.
He goes to the back to get the phone while I realize that I don’t want this company tying up a hundred dollars in my account indefinitely. If I had piles of money in the bank right now, maybe it wouldn’t be such a big deal. But I don’t have piles of money, and I’ve grown distrustful of my service provider.
If it was my friend borrowing my money, that would be a different story. I hand him a Benjamin, he hands me a phone. A week later, even exchange. Simple.
It’s my experience, and I expect that it is the experience of others, that companies don’t work this way. Depending on what kind of friends you have, I guess they don’t necessarily work this way either! Companies get you to agree to a certain price on a service, but that’s only the beginning for them. Then come the service fees and taxes. Then comes the price that you were not sold on. Then they’ve got access to your bank account. You are under contract and you would have to hire a lawyer to get out.
Would give a friend that you distrusted access to your bank account? It’s unlikely. Most people wouldn’t give their mothers access to it.
However, if your friend had television commercials and a well-groomed staff, that might change things. The commercials are always implying, “Trust me, trust me. I’m going to take care of you. Look at all these phones. Deals, deals, deals.” This is what a man with a trench coat full of watches does on the corner of 42nd St. and Broadway. “Mad deals, bro!”
Maybe I should give that guy a break, you know. He only rips you off once.
The 6301 is valued at $49.99 after rebate. The phone I paid for is valued at $99.99 after rebate.
Here’s my problem. I had the 6310 for 2 months. I don’t think I got $50 worth of value out of it in that time. Also, the price of shipping to return the faulty phone is at least $10, up to $20. That’s up to $70 dollars in lost value. Yes, I did use the phone, so there’s some loss there. Its resale value is $0, so that sucks for them, but I still feel like I got the short end of the stick.
T-Mobile’s defense was that because I was being sent a new phone and not a refurbished one that all is fair. I’m still waiting to be enlightened by the logic of this. It could have been explained to me on the phone, but the first guy I spoke to could not give me a solid answer for all of his bubbly optimism.
Conversely, his manager spoke volumes with her curt and condescending manner. “There will be no adjustment to your account, sir,” she flatly intoned. So this is what lurks behind the curtain, I thought.
She was the passive-aggressively impolite type. I never raised my voice to her, but I wanted a clear explanation. Her approach would have been better suited to a total raging lunatic. I’m just a mildly disgruntled poor guy looking for a good explanation why I should have to pay for a factory defect. A calm, assertive and logical explanation would suffice for me. Instead I got the lion tamer, the Queen of the Beasts. She imparted her facts, stiffly, formally, simmering at the edge of a boil, and when I said, “Okay…” ambiguously accepting defeat, she didn’t say thank you. She didn’t say anything at all.
That part I kind of liked, actually. She didn’t hang up on me. She just didn’t speak or reply or acknowledge that a resolution had been made. Nor did I.
She didn’t need to hang up on me, I thought. She could have said goodbye. So I sat there silently too. There was no sound of breath. There was no sound of chatter in the background. Had I felt more mischievous, I may have started laughing. But I didn’t come for a fight to the death. I came for a sense of justice.
After two minutes of quizzical silence, I disconnected.
Nokia’s policy is that I can send in the phone and they’ll fix it under warranty, but I still pay for shipping. No way around this shipping business, I suppose. They pay one way and I pay the other.
If I desperately wanted to keep the phone, this is what I would do. The phone’s not that important to me, though. Being respected as a customer is important to me. Sell me on that. Sell me on respect. Sell me on justice. Not just “I’m sorry, I apologize. There is nothing more we can do.” A robot could say that. I want to hear it in your voice.
I want good answers, too. The people with the friendly voices don’t know anything. And the people who know things aren’t friendly. They’re all underpaid.
Believe me, I wasn’t always this cheap. It was learned over time. I’d say the past five years of getting ripped off has done it. When I was twenty I was naive enough to be exploited, but now I’m a little more skeptical. I’ve worked those shitty jobs and I’ve been abused by bad contracts. The contracts are designed to protect the company.
Something goes wrong and they take your money. You want a rebate? There’s a minimum monthly charge. You need a new battery? Sorry, they’re discontinued. “But it’s only been 18 months!” you’d say. You must either buy a new phone or renew your contract. Or you can just pay for nothing until the contract runs out. We apologize for your discontent. Please drive through.
I’ve resigned from my battle today, but I hope that they don’t want any of my tax dollars when they collapse due to improper management. Capitalism requires that institutions fall as a part of the natural cycle of the free market. Nature gives us volcanoes and hurricanes, and the free market gives us bankruptcy and unemployment.
Wouldn’t you like to have a failed CEO vacuum your carpets and mop your floors for minimum wage? “Whoops, you missed a spot! I’m sorry, we can’t pay you this week. We overextended our credit during vacation. It’s in the contract. You want to sue? Good luck! Your paycheck is filtered through an offshore LLC. But you learned all that back in the Ivy League, didn’t you?”