Company: United Postal services (UPS).
Roar Rating: 3.0 roars.
Scale: Fire-->5 roars-->4 roars-->3 roars-->2 roars-->1 roar-->1 purr-->2 purrs-->3 purrs-->4 purrs-->5 purrs
(Fire is so awful you should run away gibbering. 5 roars is as bad as it gets, don't even bother with the product or service. 5 purrs is so good you should drop what you're doing and run and get whatever I'm talking about.)
Today I had the most astonishing thing happen. Yesterday I received a little slip stuck to my door, saying that USP failed to deliver a package that did not require a signature. Hm. Nice to know. So I called them to ask why, and to request that the package be left at my door today.
I unexpectedly entered a realm of fear that felt like the Consumer Twilight Zone. Let's see if I can describe my increasing surprise and unease as I learn that once again, not only am I just one of many cogs* to be milked for my middle class cash, but the nice big Company that is supposed to exist to serve me, and has such friendly customer service, is actually just presenting a veneer of pleasantness while they slowly fleece me AND provide inferior service.
First of all, the customer service rep could not find my account, then found it, and it had all the incorrect information, etc etc etc. She pleasantly told me that if I signed up for the new UPS service, "UPS MyChoice", I could request that the package, which may I reiterate did not require a signature anyhow, could be left at my door.
Ok, I bite. I sign up. First the procedure looks innocuous: name, address, phone number. Fine. Then they want my birthdate, which a pop-up assures me must be given correctly because UPS will use it to verify me, and they will not save it. Hmm, what? They won't? And why would a company which delivers packages need my birthdate? So I use my standard false one, which I assume by now some secret consumer database has associated with my social security number anyhow. Privacy is dead people. Get over it, I've heard it said. I say not.
Anyhow, on the next page - this blew me away - I received the same triumvirate of questions as I get from the credit agencies to verify my identity. This is UPS!!! Where'd they get access to this information? They asked me what is the address of the property I own, which street I have lived on in the past, what county I live in now (which they had wrong, and I know why, and it's not good that they had that). Scary? You bet.
There's more. Remember, this UPS MyChoice was billed as a service to allow easier access to manage my deliveries by UPS. Right? OK. So after my heart attack, I try to give permission to leave that blasted package at my door, just as I and the shipper intended. And I paid for shipping already, remember. Well - here's the kicker. UPS requires payment for this! Right! Payment! UPS MyChoice is a service that you pay annually for. Now they have all my information - which they can sell, if they like - and they want me to pay to SCHEDULE TO LEAVE A PACKAGE I PAID SHIPPING ON ALREADY!! Sorry to yell. I'm that shocked.
So naturally I call UPS again, and get another fembot who pleasantly tells me she can't help me, she has no idea why the package wasn't left yesterday anyhow, and that it is up to the drivers discretion as to whether or not to leave the package if the customer is not at home. So UPS is not responsible for delivering the package late because I was not home.
You see where this is going in terms of added charges, don't you? Here's Regina's prediction. UPS will eventually just not be leaving packages unless you're home, and if you wish to schedule otherwise, well - they have a handy service where you pay them more and they allow you to tell the driver something obvious - that they can leave the package at your door. You know, like a delivery service.
I'm still amazed that UPS had access to my entire physical address history, and "needed" my birthdate to sign me up for this service - before they even whispered that it might cost me something. I am roaring in consumeristic outrage. 3.0 roars for this one.
* yeah, I meant cogs and not cows. Hello, mixed metaphor. I just feel more like a cog than a cow.