I've been eligible for an upgrade to a new iPhone for over a year and today I took the plunge. Of course I was born into a generation that isn't used to being updated every thirty days. So, when the iPhone 6 was released last week, I went in for the steal to grab an iPhone 5s which was the equivalent to a trip to Disney World after having had the iPhone 4 for the last three years. I have no problem with Apple. I love everything about their technology. I have no problem with AT&T. Let's face it, every smart phone provider in America sells themselves likes whores and each of them have a human mascot. Mine's kinda cute, I have to admit. She works well with groups on every commercial I see. However, today, I only wish she was the one present when my deli ticket was called. This is where the rubber met the road to hell.
I'm well aware I can be a serious prick in private on a keyboard in the comfort of my own home. If I was a school teacher and the man I was shuffled to was my student, I would give this impaired representative a passing grade just to get him out of my classroom. My personal advice about visiting these technical brothels is to make sure they've been working there for more than a month and even more make sure the difference between your age and theirs is at least two high school reunions. Next, check to see that they aren't famished or dehydrated when you're up to bat. I thought it tasteless to place his order for lunch with in mind that multitasking surely isn't on his list of assets. I only wanted to be there for an hour, but ended spending almost two hours in his company while he played twister with my brain, blaming me for every mistake he continued to make on my watch; when the truth was he was utterly mentally tardy; every minute jumping out of his seat with my new iPhone and running into the back room, telling me to wait as if I was going to bolt for the door and steal it. Maybe I should have left my skull cap in the truck. I was praying this hungover mishap would make my upgrade a positive experience after three years of salivating over everyone else's new iPhone's. Instead, I sat there and became more restless each time he returned from the back room looking for more reasons to stall me, blame me, and even worse, duplicate every contact in my phone with his final conclusion that it must have been something I did!
Look, I know everyone's got a job to do, and maybe there isn't grueling training to work at a store selling smart phones. However, I think the only requirement to work at one is that you should function as well as the products you're selling, and not that of a dusty Macintosh that's been rotting in a cold, wet basement.
The bottom line is, if you visit AT&T beware of the naive middle aged that will run you a gamut and make your experience that should be a positive one, a complete buzz kill. If I have to return for any reason, I will surely be more mindful about who it is that's about to get into my personal space, "rethinking the possibilities" instead of being the next item up for bid. read more