I had an opportunity to visit this location recently. This feedback is for the management at this…read morelocation and probably the manager of the manager of this location. Your employees really need some customer service training. I had the opportunity during a 35-minute session (more on why I had to spend 35 minutes in the store) to observe the interactions between the desk clerks and customers of all ages.
If you have your phone ready, look young and are "techy ready" the staff can quickly help you because the only work they have to do is scan your phone, potentially print a receipt and out you go without even any eye contact or thank you very much. If, however, you have some questions on types of shipping service, costs, or heaven forbid you need something printed, heaven forbid!! The staff quickly turns short.
Back to my 35-minute wait. If I need something printed at a UPS store, I always bring multiple sticks because the Xerox printers at UPS locations are very finicky. At this particular store plebeians are not allowed to use the self-service printers with-out employee assistance.
Once approved staff inserted each USB key, the device informed us on a large LED panel, "There are no documents on this device". I was informed: "It has problems with PDFs", (Hmm, that is the universal format). Also, on this date I needed double-sided color prints. I was sure that this was Xerox's wheel house.
The priestess solemnly took my 2 USB keys to the dark confines of the rear of the store. I wanted to remind her of the print parameters. Scandalously, I committed a UPS store verboten action. I took a step past the invisible line where customers must never cross. Quickly all clerk eyes swiveled toward me and the one closest to me exclaimed, "You can't be here !!" Lest a lightning bolt descend from the UPS laser shooting defense station in synchronous orbit, I jumped back to where we unclean customers must prostate while awaiting to be served! Crisis averted.
Finally, I heard the printer slowly spin up and it started to spew my long-awaited treasure of hard physical print copy. Uh oh, it is in black white. No!! It is single sided!! No!! This cannot be.
The priestess emerged from the holy of holies, apologized, and vowed to redouble her efforts. A few minutes later the printer rumbled back into life and slowly 2 beautiful color double sided pages presented themselves. The printer stopped. Wait. Where is the rest of my 35-page document. The cleric emerged, observed, and stated never worry Obi Wan, that was just a test run.
Then several more minutes passed. A few more. The priestess emerged and formally declared that the printer was "down". It must be reset and the deacon of print must be consulted on how to reset it. (Presumably this was the local store manager). The deacon declared that it must first be powered off for 2 minutes. (I think that is so that bad electricity can drain out of the machine.)
After the prescribed 2 minutes a reset was attempted. Failure. Let it rest 5 more minutes the deacon declared. At this point, I was asking myself. My 86-year-old dad does not really need a hard copy. I think I could teach him the basics of iPad navigation, swipe motions, and the PDF format lickety-split. It can't be that hard, can it?
Finally, my prescribed document emerged. As I proceeded to the altar of payment, I noticed that the black footers on my pages were really gray. I suggested to the deacon that perhaps she should check the black toner on the printing behemoth. She promptly denounced me with the incontrovertible and unassailable statement, "The computer has not told me it needs toner." I meekly showed her my light grey footers, she observed, and denounced her eye sight. Harrumph.
Then I was presented with the invoice for all the fine service, education, spiritual uplifting that I acquired at this store. $35. A dollar minute. What a bargain.
