Technology and Communication for Men and Women

Here’s a little bit of a funny take on communication technology for you this fine Friday Funny Day.  The following are tv commercials for Verizon and Motorolla’s Droid Razr.  Notice the stark contrast in how mother/daughter and father/son react to graduation and moving away. 

Here is the original Mother/Daughter commercial.

 Later on, Verizon got some complaints and changed the commercial so that it didn’t need subtitles.  I’m not sure what the complaint was or why the change, but in my humble opinion, the original was much funnier. 

Here is the Father/Son commercial, also with subtitles.  Nobody complained there. 

What do you think of the commercials?  Why do you think the original Mother’s Day commercial was changed?  Why do you think the Father/Son commercial was not offensive to anyone?  Share your thoughts.

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Happy Birtl Day, Chris!

Today is my son’s 13th birthday and I had planned to dispense with my usual discussion of communication to share a little bit about him with my readers.  Here’s part of what I had planned to share. 

This is a very fuzzy picture of him winning the Youth Cart Racing League over at K1 Racing.  He holds the undefeated title of fastest lap ever at that location in all the years they have been open.  This includes some professional race car drivers! 

I’d already shared about my daughter’s recent college graduation so I thought I’d give equal time to my son.

I had planned to share my son’s incredible sense of humor and how he had inspired some  of my latest JoJoisms, but God has a sense of humor and I just have to share with you how it played out on his birthday–partly because it’s hilarious and partly because it holds some wonderful lessons for us all. 

We gave him a birthday party on Saturday where we had planned to serve an ice cream cake.  Scrambling around to get ready for everyone’s arrival, I had forgotten to take it out of the freezer to make sure it was thawed by the time we were ready to eat it.  Fortunately, my dh reminded me and it wasn’t too late.  I put it in the fridge and had planned to take it out into room temperature to help it along. 

My dh suggested I leave the cake out in the garage so it would thaw quicker, but I told him that was a bad idea.  See,  we live in ARIDzona and this is June.  It was only 104 that day, but that means that the garage would be about 110 or more so I put it inside the house instead.  I came back to it every so often to check, hoping it would be ready to eat.  Not finding the cake where I put it, I asked my dh who said he put it in the garage. 

Though it had only been in the garage for about ten minutes, the icing melted sliding the blue piping down the edges until it rested on the bottom of the carton.  The ice cream inside was oozing out of the corners of the box and the word, birthday, split it two and ran down the side of the cake which now said, “Happy Birtl Day.”   Now, you knew there’d be a communication funny in here somewhere, didn’t you? lol

My first reaction was, “I told you so!”  But it soon turned to fits of laughter and an urge to capture this film on before the cake became ice cream soup.

My dh’s first reaction was guilt, turning quickly to acceptance as I wasn’t scolding him because I was too busy laughing and trying to find the camera. 

We lit only one candle and sang a quick chorus of “Happy Birtl Day” to our son before the cake could slide off the table and drip onto the floor. 

We all ate bowls of  Birtl Day cake with spoons and had a ball.  Later on, my dh did something he rarely does.  He admitted, in public, that I was RIGHT and he was WRONG!  Ahh…sweet vindication.  lol

The moral of the story?  Well, there are a few lessons to be learned from this experience. 

First and most important: ALWAYS listen to your wife.  ;D

Second: if you live in ARIDzona, NEVER leave ice cream cake out in your garage in June.

Third: if something unexpectedly goes wrong, get out your camera and have fun with it.  We had such fun with this.  In fact, my mom suggested we make new family tradition of Happy Birtl Day for Chris every year.  I don’t think he will ever forget his 13th Birtl Day.  Do you? 

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Happy Mother's Day

Mother’s Day is a time I look back.  Each year as a mom brings me unique blessings I want to savor.  Life will never again be as it is now.  I want to take the time to remember and cherish it.

This picture was taken several years ago.  A lot has changed since then.  We don’t even live in the same state as we did then.  My dd is all grown up now and going into her Junior year at college.  My son is almost my height.  As my father always says, “Tempus certainly does fugit” around here!

Happy Mother’s Day to each of you!

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Can you hear me now?

So the other day my dd emails me to tell me her cell phone died.  Great!  She’s 1800 miles away at college with a dorm phone that doesn’t call out and her brand new cell phone dies.  The good news?  It’s still under warranty.  The bad news?  I can’t get Verizon to tell me what I REALLY need to do to take advantage of it!

Communication:  It’s what customer service is made of!

Yeah…so I’m on the phone to Verizon when they tell me to have my dd look up a Verizon store in her area and go there to see if they can repair it.  If they can’t, they will tell her what to do.  Sounds simple enough, right?  Well…

She doesn’t have a car, but she finds a Verizon store she can walk to that tells her the phone cannot be repaired because it’s too old a model.  They don’t have the parts.  Mr. Employee tells her to have me call and order her a new phone.

Ring Ring!  Verizon?  Yeah, I need to order a new phone for my dd.  The Verizon store says it can’t be repaired because it’s too old and they don’t have the parts.

Oh no Mrs. Tabares, we have to first verify that the phone can’t be repaired.  The Verizon store apparently didn’t post anything in the computer.

Turns out it was only ‘disguised’ as a Verizon Store (It looked like a Verizon store and acted like a Verizon store…) but, in reality, it was only an Authorized Verizon Dealer.  Translation: they are not authorized to repair for Verizon.  Well, why didn’t they tell our dd that?  Now what?  She’s about to leave on a missions trip for four days without benefit of cell phone.

Will the real Verizon employee please stand up?

Verizon tells me to have her call them so they can go through a diagnostic to make sure the phone needs to be replaced and not repaired.  Only problem?  She is not authorized to speak to Verizon on MY account.  Gee Golly Willakers, Batman!  Can we do something about that? After all, she is my dd and this is not a matter of national security!  She just has to tell them what’s wrong with her cell phone.

Turns out you can!  So I give my authorized Okey Dokey to allow my daughter to talk to Verizon.  Do not pass go, do not collect $200.  I tell them that she will not be able to call for several days as she will be out of town and without PHONE!  Mr. Customer Service seems to understand the concept.

So…several days later I get a call from my dd (from her friend’s cell phone) telling me that she is not authorized on my account and they won’t talk to her about the phone.  I have to turn my cell phone on so that Verizon can call me on my cell phone (so they’ll know it’s ME!)  At that time I may authorize her on my account.

Can you say Deja Vu, boys and girls?   I knew that you could.

I ask Mr. Verizon Man why I need to authorize my dd…AGAIN.  He says something brilliant like, “The last time you didn’t authorize her; you only authorized her.”   I’m beginning to get a headache.

Apparently there are two kinds of authorization.  There’s the kind where you have to authorize her to talk to them each and every time and the kind where you authorize her for ever and ever Amen.  I’ll take the forever kind behind door number 2 where Carol Maroll is standing.

But, wait!  My mind is perplexed and I just HAVE to know:  If I authorized her to talk to Verizon one time, when was the one time she talked to them?  Wouldn’t that be like…NOW?  This question seemed to throw Mr. Verizon Man into a tizzy so I just verified with him (16 times) that forever meant what I thought it did.  You know, as in the next time she might have a problem?

So it’s now two weeks later and she still doesn’t have her phone.  It should have been delivered to her PO box at college, but since that was the weekend, I doubt she can pick it up until today.  Unless…Mr. Verizon Man made another customer service communication faux pas and the phone isn’t actually authorized to appear in her mailbox.  Film at 11.

Got a customer service story to tell?  Spill it.

And you might suggest the company purchase my eBook, Say What You Mean When You’re in Business. ;D

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