
A year ago, I moved into a pretty cottage in the grounds of a hotel. It was lovely, if impractical. I called BT a month before moving in and informed them of my new address. They said I had to renew my contract or I'd have to pay a humongous cancellation fee. Despite having had consistently awful service from them since I joined, I had to stay with them as the deposit for the house had bruised my bank balance.
Anyway, they assured me that service would arrive on the day I moved in. This, of course, was not the case. I moved in to the property to find that neither the phone nor the internet was working. I called BT - on a mobile, at an extortionate rate - and told them the line wasn't working. They told me it was, and hung up. Literally hung up on me. This went on for two months: Husband or I would call the so-called 'customer services' department; they would tell us there was nothing wrong with the line and hang up on us. Eventually we managed to get through to a nice man named Gary, who listened to what we had to say and said he would send an engineer. Obviously it was one of those "between 8am and 6pm" things, so Husband took the day off to wait at home.
The engineer didn't arrive. We called BT to ask why. They told us that our line was working, so the engineer had been cancelled. We told them the line wasn't working. They hung up. This went on for another few days, until we got through to someone who listened to us and arranged for another engineer. Husband took another day off. The engineer arrived. He was very nice. Sure enough, there was a fault with the line. He fixed it. Service appeared.
Then we received a bill for the two months during which we had had no service. We called BT. They hung up. We called back. I lost my temper slightly. They told us the line had been working the whole time. We told them it hadn't. Eventually, after a long and complicated process of talking to the engineer and getting him to talk to them, they realised that they were being stupid - yet again - and told us we didn't have to pay for no service. Great.
Then we moved again. We do that a lot, we like to have a change of scenery. I called BT and told them I wanted to change provider. They said I couldn't. I was too tired to argue. They transferred our (still slow, still patchy, still disappearing-internet-every-five-minutes) service over to our new address. Again, it took weeks to arrive, then it was there.
Some time later, I went online to find an 'important notice from BT' coming up instead of my homepage. Husband called them. They said they had cut our service because we hadn't paid the bill. We told them they hadn't sent us a bill. They said they had. We checked the bill online: £7 for calls. Fair enough, we hardly use the phone. £23 for phone and broadband. Fair enough. But the bill came to £183, which obviously is not the sum of 7 and 23. We clicked the 'breakdown' link. It told us the bill was for 'excess broadband usage'. This made very little sense. I work from home online. Husband spends a lot of time online. We therefore have unlimited broadband.
We called BT. They could not seem to understand the concept of 'unlimited'. The first guy hung up. The second guy didn't see what we were saying. Husband, trying very hard not to scream, patiently took him through the steps. "If something is unlimited", he explained, "then there is no limit on it. Therefore you cannot use an 'excess amount' of it. Therefore you cannot bill us for excess usage of our unlimited broadband." The man seemed puzzled. Husband gave up.
A little while later, after a cup of tea and some calm, Husband called back and got a very rude man named Sanjeev, who shouted at him. Husband did not appreciate being shouted at by Sanjeev, particularly considering that we had not shouted, despite the complete lack of cerebral activity among BT employees. Eventually Husband got the message across. Sanjeev informed us that BT had switched us to the basic package. We had not asked for this. Husband told Sanjeev that we had not asked for this. Sanjeev shouted. Husband hung up.
We called back. We tried to reason with two more BT employees, until we both wanted to strangle the phone with its own windy cord. We gave up.
Frustrated and desperate, I called Virgin. I was very surprised that someone picked up after two rings; with BT, we always had to wait at least half an hour. The lady was very nice. I explained that I would like to become a customer. She took me through the options. I told her it was very important to me that we have unlimited broadband. "All our broadband is unlimited", she replied, sounding puzzled that anyone would expect anything inferior. I picked a package I liked. She said my self-installation kit would be with me in 48 hours. I made a cup of tea.
Around 40 hours later, snow fell. Heavily. Trains were cancelled, the city was thrown into a frenzy. I expected delays in delivery. But my trusty Virgin package arrived. I followed the steps and encountered a technical hitch. I called Virgin. A nice lady named Claire answered after three rings. She helped me work out what was happening, then said something was wrong. It took a couple of days, but they worked out what it was, and today they called me to tell me that my service had been activated. I checked. It was working. I spoke to five different employees at Virgin, and all of them answered promptly, listened to what I was saying, responded and acted quickly and effectively. I have lost count of the number of BT employees to whom I have spoken - or attempted to speak - and all except one shouted, were rude, refused to listen to me and then hung up.
Thus I sent BT a letter. I'm leaving them. They are awful. Anyone who's shopping around: don't go to BT, go to Virgin. They're nicer.
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