Jewish World ReviewMarch 17, 2000 /10 Adar II, 5760
Recently, while running some errands, I walked into a department store to exchange the couch that was delivered to my apartment for the one I'd ordered. Rather than being referred to the customer service counter, I was directed to the "customer care" counter. Apparently, the establishment wanted me to know that I wasn't just paying for a product or a service, but was getting genuine goodwill for the future, as well as sympathy for any past sofa-buying traumas I may have suffered.
My next stop was a clothing retailer. I expected to see that old familiar sign posted on the walls: "Shoplifters will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law." Instead, I found one that read: "You are being videotaped for your own protection."
That was a relief: Now I, the potential shoplifter, can rest assured that I won't have to worry about any armed robberies interrupting my looting.
When I came home, it was to a ringing telephone. On the other end of the line was a telemarketer pitching the latest unprecedented credit-card deal. I'm always up for more credit, so I decided to listen to what he had to say.
Sensing that I was interested, he promptly stated: "This call may be monitored for quality purposes."
Putting things this way, the company almost had me convinced that the taping was being done in my interest. But then it occurred to me that the real goal was for the retailer to not appear paranoid that I might one day deny ever placing the order I was placing.
In step with modern society's struggle to not offend, assume, presume or insult, the great retail race to patronize the patron is on. But so as to not leave their employees out of the euphemistic trend, companies are boosting the morale of the help, too. To that end, the position of salesman has been terminated to make way for the superior-sounding "sales associate." Is this an attempt to make the help forget they're earning only $7.50 an hour? Some sort of self-esteem injection? Perhaps a trick to fool the toiler into thinking that somewhere there is a desk where he can sit down if he gets tired of being on his feet for eight hours? Will there be a Broadway revival titled "Death of a Sales Associate?"
Syms, the national discount designer-clothing chain, has taken it a step further. While its motto has always been, "An educated consumer is our best customer," it has now elevated the "sales associate" to the status of "educator."
I ran into one of these educators on my last visit to the store. I really just wanted to walk around and shop, but she made me sit down and take notes. I listened patiently as the employee infused her vast retail knowledge into my naive, impressionable shopper's mind.
When I was finally freed a few hours later, I realized I'd forgotten to open up the checking account I'd been meaning to start ever since signing up for that new credit card.
So I stopped at Chase Bank, where "the right relationship is everything." There, instead of an account manager, I had to see a "relationship manager." I learned the relevance of the change in nomenclature when this manager explained that I'd be charged every time I used an ATM, every time I wrote a check, every time I talked to a teller, and every time one of these services didn't go smoothly. But the relationship manager will be there for me so that, rather than break it off with Chase when I've had enough of the fees, I can instead try to work things out through this intimate-sounding and selfless counselor.
All this craziness is enough to get a consumer down! But making sure that my
consumer confidence doesn't waver is the financial world. It wants me to
know that any investments I may have are secure. After all, there's no
longer any possibility of a market crash. These days, the worst that can
happen is a
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