Bell Canada Phone Sales

December 22nd, 2009

My gosh, seven calls from Bell Canada in the past two weeks asking me once again if I would like to sign up for their cell phone service. At the first call I ask to be put on the no call list. Eventually the calls slow down and stop. Until… the next time. Then once again the process begins… again and again… and again. OK, enough of this. I will write to Bell and complain to the higher ups. Oops, there is no place to lodge a complaint about this problem. You can complain about most everything else… but I couldn’t find a place to complain about sales practices. Ah, perhaps I didn’t look deep enough into the murky bowels of their website. I did find an email address at the end of the complaints resolution process. So I wrote to them. Here is a copy of what I sent them.

My name is Joseph Raymond. My wife, Linda, and I had been a loyal Bell Canada phone subscriber for over twenty five years. We were very pleased with the home phone service and the long distance program we had. Then about five or more years ago we began getting telephone calls to expand our services with you. For years I told whoever called that we were not interested and please stop calling us if the purpose of the call was sales. At times the person who called us would be a bit too belligerent. Eventually we thought we no longer had any recourse but to cancel our service with Bell and went to Primus for our phone and long distance needs.

Over these last few years we still get calls from Bell Canada sales representatives. I have asked many times to be placed on the no call list. After another 6-12 calls there would be peace, short-lived, and calls would resume once again. I have come to the point of hating these calls. I repeatedly ask to be placed on the no call list. When I ask to speak to a supervisor I get from some form of abuse to simply being told to wait on the line and then at some point they hang up on me without talking to me. These are extremely bad business practices.

I can guess that you have farmed out the sales contacts contracts to some company in India, judging from the accents, to take advantage of lower costs. However, if you lose long term customers because of the frequency, and sometimes abuse, of these sales calls I cannot see it being to your long term advantage. Perhaps you can do something about this problem. A no calls list should be honoured no matter where the sales calls originate if the company being represented is Canadian.

I am not the only one who is complaining. Others I know also complain yet at this time most haven’t done anything to stop it. Honestly, they don’t think anyone from Bell cares or would do something to correct the abuse. I am of the same opinion. Yet I write this email in the hopes of being proven wrong.

You never know, sometimes, someone listens and something gets done. I can only hope.

Because I Can

December 7th, 2009

Well here it is one week after my operation. Getting around a bit but still under a lot of activity restrictions. Oh my, and I so much want to vacuum and do some cleaning and go for long walks on cold days 😉

It has only been during the last two days I have been able to spend more than a few minutes sitting at the computer. Ah, bending at the waist, sitting upright, is so much more enjoyable. Not that I have anything in particular to write. Just to know I can. By January I will be able to drive the car. Might even be able to do something or go somewhere… I hope.

So am I writing to say something special? Nope! Like the commercial for Lotto 6/49… because I can.

Under the Knife

November 3rd, 2009

Note: 2 Dec 09: The operation went well. It was hard that first night. Didn’t sleep at all. Tubes kept me from turning. On my back for 30 hours. No injuries from that. That was a big relief. So, the next day they take a couple of pictures and tell me I can go home. Easier said than done but I wasn’t going to argue with them. A fair bit of pain in the groin area. Been told to take it easy for a few weeks. I want to thank all who prayed for me.

Note: 24 Nov 09: The date for the operation is now 30 Nov at 8:00 am. The operation and time in the recovery room will be 3hrs. I am told, if all goes well, I will only be in for a couple of days.

Note: 19 Nov 09: I thought I better make an addition here as well as on facebook. My surgery has been bumped. I will not be going under the knife on the 20th. The new date has not been set. They think they can get me in on the 27th or 30th of Nov. I will update this post when I have a firm date and time. Thanks for your continued prayers.

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Just to let those who are following my health issues. The CT Scan came back positive and the aneurysm (an extended bulge in the wall of an artery) needs to be dealt with. On Nov 20th I will be going to the General hospital to have an EVAR (endovascular arterial repair) done. They will be making an incision into the two major arteries in each leg and then inserting the stents (a tube made of wire mesh and woven plastic) up through these. It will make a tube that will allow the blood to flow normally and for the aneurysm of the aorta to eventually collapse. Of course prayers for a successful placement and follow-up are appreciated.

Thanksgiving…

October 13th, 2009

So yesterday I poked my head outside of my shell and slowly walked out into the world. Drove Linda and I to church for a Thanksgiving meal. Upon entering the church hall I saw a few faces I haven’t seen since my injury of Sept o8. Uh-oh, the urge to hug came over me. I found myself at several tables embracing and saying hello (not… saying hello and embracing… big difference). Poked my head into the kitchen to see the hustle of “cooks without a stove” preparing the meal. After this I grabbed my guitar and sang a few songs for those in attendance (I was requested to do this). Then came the prayer of thanks (requested to do that)… then food… some talk. I took out my sketch book and drew a picture of a native american sitting at my table. He likes it and asks for it. Found out later he is an artist… felt humbled. Then back on the guitar and sang songs for about an hour. Nice to see some people were singing along, at least I think they were singing along, their lips were moving in time to mine. Then it was over. The last few people were leaving and I packed up my gear. Gave a friend a ride home and then to Tim’s for a coffee… that is a very important stop for Linda and I to make. Finally back home. A little sore from the effort. A slightly warm and fuzzy feeling arises. That night I crawl into bed like a turtle pulling his head back into his shell. For one day I shared a meal, hugged, talked, drew, and sang (for my supper ;))… and for the joy of it. For one day I was almost normal. That alone is reason enough to give thanks.

The Shrinking World

September 7th, 2009

Am I talking about how communication networks are shrinking the world? How we can get news from the furthest most isolated corners of the earth in real-time? Nope!

If you read my last two posts you would know that I am having a problem with injuries and illness. Ah, and not the lack of them. No, the ever increasing abundance. Yep, caught in that ever dwindling spiral (of health) and in that spiral my world is getting smaller… by choice unintended. You know, you don’t have to work at being isolated, it comes naturally, a disconnect that you don’t even know is happening.

It is said that no man is an island. I beg to differ. One can certainly be an island. The choice he is faced with is whether he invites anyone over to his island or perhaps visits others on their island or community. What I find peculiar with my shrinking world is that when I become aware that it is smaller this day than the last time I looked it doesn’t bother me. I guess that is what depression is about. Funny though, I don’t feel depressed… I just have all the marks of being that way.

So why do I bring this up once again? Who knows. Perhaps I am like a man that sends up a flare and doesn’t expect anyone to see it. I do it because it is one of the last pieces of community life left to me. Yet this avenue too is dwindling… by choice unintended. Unintended? It doesn’t even come to my mind not to write here… I simply don’t write… don’t think… don’t…

Hm-mm… am I reaching out for sympathy… for help… for understanding… Nope! Just sending up that flare and turning away even before I look to see if someone responds. Perhaps in a week or two I’ll send up another. Til then? Walk with God… both you and I.

Much Ado About Nothing… II

August 10th, 2009

Boy, if I thought three weeks without a post was bad how about this time… six weeks. Of course this time around it was because of a slightly elevated level of depression. Slightly elevated? Is depression worse if it is slightly elevated? Perhaps I should have written slightly depressed depression? Hmmm… that doesn’t make much sense either. Oh, slightly deeper depression! Yep, I can hear my friends’ whisper… “He is so negative sometimes.” Uh-huh… this is one of them.

Tomorrow? This changes one way or the other. I see the vascular surgeon and he will tell me how dangerous (or not) the bulge in the artery (what is the word I am looking for) is. Oh I do hope the prayers of God’s saints will have the effect on God’s heart I am hoping for. If not… well… I’m already depressed so there won’t be much change in that condition. Of course part of the problem is that my GP gave me medication to drop my blood pressure. It is quite different living on that level of octane.

So what has been the biggest change so far since I got the news of the aneurysm? (Aneurysm! That’s the word I was looking for) I have fallen back into my addiction of computer gaming. If people don’t think a person can become addicted to gaming they don’t understand what addiction is and what it does. Part of the slip is because I haven’t been able to participate in church activities (except for the recovery group… and that is limited to playing and leaving without the beneficial sharing). Why not participate more? Pain and tiredness. The pain is from the injury last Sept. The pain is mostly gone but I haven’t adapted and strengthened myself enough to stay and participate. Humph! That and the drugs and the depression… sheesh… I guess I am doing pretty good for me.

So there you have it. Much ado about nothing II. Hopefully after tomorrow things may look up. If not… well I guess I have to bite the bullet (and if it doesn’t go off in my mouth) stand up and start making some changes. Even the depressed have to fight to live and get things done. It just isn’t easy and certainly not enjoyable… that’s life… yada yada yada…

Much Ado About Nothing

June 30th, 2009

Not very talkative the past three weeks. Oh, not that there was nothing to write about. Several doctor visits. Order to comply from the city. Linda off and a few trips out of the city. And lots of little things…

Now I must admit… when I was experiencing each and every occurrence I felt I could have written much. Heartache, disappointment, anger, fury, injustice… oh, and some fun stuff as well. I could of wrote hundreds of words about each of those mini events. At the time the writer’s quill could have waxed eloquent and at others times be a sword of vengeance.

Yep, three weeks have gone by. Now at the end of the time I find myself reflecting on those days of whine and roses. I sit here wondering if there was anything truly memorable. Perhaps. Yet with all the activity. All the pain and upset. The smiles and laughter and time spent together… I could have written much about each event but when taken on the whole it would have been an exercise of making much ado about nothing. So I will tuck away the past days in the vault of memory and perhaps on some occasion draw the odd thought out to see how it sparkles… or not.

Out for a drive…

June 8th, 2009

Linda and I were out for a drive the previous night. Around the bay counter clock wise. As we were proceeding to drive down Dundas (St? Rd?) by Dundurn Park I saw something peculiar happen to my windshield. The light was low and I could see these vertical bars moving through the glass. Funny, I never saw that before. After a minute of trying to figure it out what I was seeing I mentioned it to Linda. Oh, see was seeing the very same thing. Then at the same time we both knew the real answer to what we were seeing.

BUGS!

You know how some bugs love to hover over and around certain trees. I have seen them in my backyard often enough. Mostly harmless. So seeing bugs flying above the trees near sunset… nothing new. What was new were how many there were. They looked more like columns of smoke. Millions of the little critters above the tress and joining up between the trees. A shifting veil of life. Quite impressive as Linda and I rolled up the windows so we wouldn’t be eating the low flying ones.

I guess the city’s new “environmentally friendly” program when it comes to pesticides is really working. Where we had a few bugs before you can now make friends with uncountable hordes of these delightful pests. And even better… it is still early in the season. I can hardly wait to see what happens next.

Fly! Fly! Fly away home!

Apology…

June 6th, 2009

This apology may be too late. Why an apology? I wrote what I thought was a humorous little story using a play on words about a month ago. Apparently it was more of an affront to people’s sensibilities than a tickling of their funny bone. After a bit of commenting back and forth with one writer I let the story stand so people could see the conversation. A week ago I removed the post all together. Today, while talking it over with the Lord I got an “I tried to tell you” tap in my spirit. I should have known better than to post the story. So I want to apologize to any and all people who were offended by the piece I wrote. It has taught me that I must be more circumspect about the things I share.

Battlefield Earth by L Ron Hubbard

May 28th, 2009

Battlefield Earth by L Ron Hubbard

I have read one of Hubbard’s sci-fi’s in the past and jumped at the chance to read this book. Found it at the Costgo store in Burlington. Two whole bucks. What a deal.

I saw the movie when it came out a long time ago. It was a strange story that ended with the destruction of the invaders home planet. Pretty good feat when you consider this happened after a thousand years of occupation and the human race at that point in the story were almost on the point of extinction.

I thought therefore I knew the story. When I opened the book and saw the print was quite small (about four hundred plus words to a page) and that there were 1050 pages… boy, that was going to take a bit of time for this slow reader to get through it. But how could it be that big… the movie showed a pretty fast clip of a story?

So I started reading the story and to my surprise the movie took quite a bit of liberty to change the story development to make it as fast as it was. It almost got to the point that they could have been telling a different story. Then I read about the destruction of the invaders home planet by us simple humans… and that at around page 250. Huh????

Seems the story didn’t end there. There was a human antagonist who was maneuvering the rest of the people to overthrow the hero. Oh, and the fight with several other alien species who rose to power in the vacuum created by the defeat of the other alien race. Then there defeat. Hmmm… still hundreds of pages to go.

What I found funny is the last enemy to raise their heads. A race of small, grey, humanoids who in essence ruled sixteen universes. You know who they were? Bankers! They printed the money, made loans and watched over the finances of hundreds of empires in all those universes. Guess what? We humans took over the bank.

Oh, this was a much bigger story than the movie. It was quite enjoyable. I am glad that I had the opportunity to read such a long tale… for two bucks.

If you like sci-fi then this story is a good read. You should know however that the book was published in 1980. Sci-fi has come a long way since then. Some of the terms are outdated but the story? Never!