You’re A Total Pain(killer)

, | WA, USA | Working | June 1, 2016

(I work at a medical clinic, and am on the phone talking to a patient’s insurance about getting a medication authorized, as she has failed several meds for that particular problem already. I have told him all about the past meds, which is all he needed to know. Bear in mind that the insurance department that handles these authorizations is the pharmacy department, and the ones I talk to are pharmacists, pharmacy techs, or otherwise med-savvy folks. Usually.)

Insurance Representative: “After review, that medication is going to be denied.”

Me: “What?”

Insurance Representative: “She has not tried two of our preferred formulary alternatives.”

Me: “Just what do you want her to try after she has failed FOUR meds for this?”

Insurance Representative: “She needs to try at least two NSAIDs, and you only mentioned one. She has to try…” *rattles off list of their preferred NSAID pain relievers*

Me: “Whoa, whoa. Did you just say ibuprofen?”

Insurance Representative: “That’s right.”

Me: “I told you she’s tried Advil…”

Insurance Representative: *flustered* “But… you said Advil. You didn’t say ibuprofen!”

Me: “Ibuprofen is the generic of Advil…”

Insurance Representative: “You didn’t say ibuprofen.” *types on his computer* “Ibuprofen is the generic of Motrin.”

Me: *facepalm* “They both are ibuprofen…”

(In the end, her medication was approved, and I know which medical insurance I’m never going to use!)

Their Services Days Are Numbered, Part 2

| Tucson, AZ, USA | Right | March 21, 2016

(I work at a well known auto insurance company helping customers update their policies over the phone. We get a lot of customers that let their policy cancel and call in to restart it, usually at a higher price.)

Customer: “Yeah, I want to know why my policy cancelled and you didn’t notify me.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, let me take a look. It looks like we mailed out a notice on [date] that it would cancel on [future date].”

Customer: “Well, I didn’t get it. You didn’t notify me.”

Me: “We did our best to notify you, sir.”

Customer: “Did you try to call me?”

Me: “We have [phone number]. Is that right?”

Customer: “No!” *getting noticeably angrier* “I have a new number, it is—”

Me: “Just to make sure everything else is up to date; we also have your address as [address].”

Customer: “No! You don’t have my new address? How come you don’t have my new address?!”

Me: “I apologize, sir; it is up to you to notify us of any change. Otherwise we don’t know.”

Customer: “Well, I don’t feel like I should be penalized since you guys didn’t have my correct address.”

(After multiple attempts to logically explain that we do not have any way of knowing you moved unless you tell us or update it online — we have one of the top rated user friendly insurance sites, which, by the way, you can also make payment on — I gave up and let him continue to rant for several more minutes as I restarted his policy.)

 

Not Much Assurance About The Insurance, Part 2

| Australia | Right | February 25, 2016

(A customer calls up because they have been on holiday for three months and a monthly payment had been missed and their policy cancelled.)

Me: “Hello, [Company]; this is [My Name]. Can I ask who I’m speaking with?”

Customer:  “Yes, hi, my name is [Customer]. I’m just calling because I received a letter saying you had cancelled my policy.” *member provides details*

Me: “Okay, it looks like we didn’t receive the last payment and sent you a letter requesting you contact us. You didn’t so we cancelled the policy.”

Customer: “I was on holiday; can you reinstate it?”

Me: “I’m sorry; we can’t reinstate it. I can start a new policy from now if you like.

Customer: “No. I want it reinstated. The post office held my mail while I was away and there’s no letter from you in there, and you should have taken the money. There was enough in there.”

Me: “Unfortunately, we did send a letter. I’m not sure why the post office didn’t have it but it was sent from our office. I’m looking at your details now and the credit card we take the payments from has expired so the bank refused the payment.”

Customer: “Well, why didn’t you update the card information?”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but you need to call us and tell us when your card information changes. We can’t do it without you letting us know.”

Customer: “This is ridiculous; reinstate my policy!”

Me: “I’m sorry but the system won’t allow me to do that. I can start a new one.”

Customer: “I want a manager.”

(I grab one of our managers and stand next to him as he takes the call. He says exactly what I said and offers to honor the old price if the new policy doesn’t match. He puts me back on the phone to take out the policy.)

Me: “Okay, so my manager has told me you’re going to start a new policy and he will match the previous price.”

Customer: “No, he said he would better the price.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but he has told me match. Sorry if there was a misunderstanding.”

Customer: “ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR?! HE SAID HE WOULD BETTER THE PRICE. YOU JUST DISAGREE WITH EVERYTHING I SAY.”

Me: “Ma’am, I was beside him the whole time he was on the phone.”

Customer: “…I don’t want to speak to you anymore. Put me through to someone else…”

 

Very Slow Death Of A Salesman

| NY, USA | Working | February 4, 2016

(I have just finished a long and painful conversation trying to get a quote from an insurance salesman. The entire time he was very slow, messed up a lot of his script and had to repeat from the beginning, and spent at least 30 seconds after each question saying “uhmm… okay… one second…” I am incredibly frustrated and receive a very high price quote by the end. I try to be polite as possible.)

Salesman: “So let’s begin the process of making you a part of our family here.”

Me: “Thank you for your help, but I am going to call a few other places and think about my options. I will call you back when I make my decision.”

Salesman: “No problem. Do you have any other questions before you go?”

Me: “No, thank you. You’ve been very helpful.”

Salesman: “Okay, have a great day. Goodbye.”

(We hang up. 15 seconds later the phone rings and my mother picks up.)

Mom: “Hello… Yes, this is her mother… No, but thank you. I think she is good for now… Thank you. You, too.” *hangs up phone and looks at me* “That was the salesman. He said he accidentally disconnected and wanted to know if you had any more questions.”

THIS STORY HAS YET TO BE TITLED:

| UT, USA | Working | January 22, 2016

(I am twenty-three at this time, and have finished my bachelor’s degree. I am calling different car insurance companies for quotes before making a decision. I make it clear at the beginning of each call that I am only looking for quotes and am not going to be making any decisions today.)

Insurance Agent: “And let me add that student discount.”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry; I thought I’d told you, but I must not have. I have finished my bachelor’s degree and I am not in school at the time.”

Insurance Agent: “That’s okay. You’re twenty-three; no one will question it.”

Me: “Please, that’s dishonest. I do not want the student discount.”

Insurance Agent: “No one will question it.”

Me: “I’m not worried about getting caught; I’m worried about being dishonest. Please, do not put the student discount in my quote.”

Insurance Agent: “Sweetie. I’m not tricking you. It’s not going to go up later.”

(By the way, calling me “sweetie” turns me off from you immediately. I’m twenty-three, but I’m still an adult, and your customer. And “sweetie,” especially with that tone is demeaning. I decide that even if I go with this insurance company, I will not be doing what I usually do, which is remember the name of the agent who gave me the quote so that they get the commission on the sale.)

Me: “I don’t think you’re tricking me. I just don’t want to be dishonest. Take it off.”

Insurance Agent: “Fine.”

(We continue with the quote process and then at the end…)

Insurance Agent: “So, are you interested in that?”

Me: “Maybe, but as I said, I am not making any decisions today.”

Insurance Agent: “Sweetheart. If you don’t decide to buy this, then I don’t get paid.”

Me: “And frankly at this point, I don’t much care. Thank you, and have a nice day.”

 

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