
It took all of six minutes for the Executive Services VIP Analyst to settle my account. She apologized profusely and refunded every penny of the $630. With an additional $75 "service credit," my balance due dropped to -$20.
Six minutes.
I am very thankful. My heart rate has returned to normal. I've lifted my boycott on the Nextel Cup, and can start watching Ron Livingston movies again.
Do I have any confidence that Sprint won't screw me again? No, absolutely none. But it's a depressing industry. Tales identical to this happen all the time, even to Cingular and T-Mobile and Verizon customers. For now, Sprint and I have made up. Better the devil you know. Especially the devil whose Executive Services VIP Analyst's phone number you know.
I appreciate all the comments and emails and insider tips. Where do we go from here? Out of this little ordeal will come two things. First, a renewed interest in finding examples of great customer service. Gotta balance out the negativity I've poured in the ocean. Second, if you've gotten your ass kicked by a cell phone provider (or any large entity), I'd be happy to help you demand satisfaction. No guarantees. Just fire me an email.
But I can't stop thinking that being the anti-cellphone company is fertile ground for a newcomer, the way jetBlue made the stodgy old airlines seem obsolescent. What if Apple had announced the iPhone would only be made available through this non-existent carrier? Oh well. I'm locked in with Sprint for another 23 months. Maybe by then someone will have filled the void. Sir Branson?
We now return to regularly scheduled shenanigans.
Previous Entries:
My Marathon With Sprint
An Open Letter to Sprint CEO Gary Forsee
Update: Sprint CEO Emails Me









