Few topics can fire up an expat living in Sweden as much as \u201cSwedish customer service.\u201d Or not even an expat. Swedes, who lived abroad for an extended period of time, like to discuss it, too. Really, it\u2019s one of those ever-green subjects that can go on forever. And just what is it about the Swedish customer service that\u2019s so interesting? Well, that depends on which country you\u2019re coming from.
\nPeople, who moved to Sweden from Eastern or Central Europe, can\u2019t get over how pleasant the sales people and check-out clerks are, how civilized the phone customer service representatives are, how helpful the bank staff is, and so on.
\nPeople, who moved to Sweden from the US or Canada, can\u2019t get over how bad the customer service here is.
\nAnd people from all other countries fall somewhere in between.<\/p>\n
Why am I writing about it today? Because I\u2019ve been reading Bill Bryson\u2019s \u201cNeither Here Nor There\u201d and this is how he summed up the level of customer service in Sweden, and here I quote, \u201cNo wonder so many Swedes kill themselves.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Wow! Is it really THAT bad? I sure hope that things have improved slightly since the time Mr. Bryson visited Sweden. Or am I so used to indifferent shop assistants, unhelpful bank clerks, and rude phone help-desk people that I simply don\u2019t notice it anymore? Because I wasn\u2019t sure myself, I decided to poll my foreign friends, and the general consensus is: things ARE getting better. The last four years have seen the greatest attitude changes in the service sector. And I even have proof of it.<\/p>\n On Monday I prepared a packet of documents to be sent to a client in Vienna. I took it over to the courier company, and after paying the equivalent of 75 euro for next day delivery, my packet was on its way. Afterwards I went to the library, met a friend for fika<\/strong>, did some shopping. Then I came home and almost got a heart attack. The most important document of the bunch was still sitting on my desk.<\/p>\n Here I need to explain something. There aren\u2019t that many courier companies in my town. And even those that do operate here, don\u2019t offer next day European delivery, simply because our town is rather remote. If you want your package to be somewhere in Europe by tomorrow, you need to bring it to the courier company\u2019s office by 3PM. It was already after 4.<\/p>\n I grabbed the document and my friend, because somebody had to drive while I was frantically calling around to find out how we could get that paper to Vienna overnight. The other delivery company, I\u2019m not sure if I can use corporate names here, so let\u2019s just say it was the one made famous by Tom Hanks in that desert island movie, anyway, the guy on the phone from that company just barked \u201cyou need to be in Stockholm to do it\u201d<\/em> and hang up on me. I began to seriously consider an emergency trip to Vienna.<\/p>\n We arrived at the shipping office of the yellow-truck-with-red-logo company. The girl at the counter remembered me from a few hours ago. She explained that the last plane just left at 4PM. \u201cThen I have to go to Vienna,\u201d<\/em> was my answer.<\/p>\n \u201cWait a second,\u201d<\/em> an older guy sitting at a desk further back said to us. \u201cLet me make a few phone calls.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n In the meantime, the counter girl checked the contents of my packet, officially sealed the envelope, put security stickers on it, and asked for the equivalent of 75 euro.<\/p>\n \u201cCan you be at the airport in 15 minutes?\u201d<\/em> the old guy asked, \u201cthere’s a normal flight leaving at 5:30, they will take your envelope and pass it on to our people in Stockholm. Don\u2019t worry, it will be in Vienna tomorrow morning.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n I was ready to hug and kiss him, but he simply said, \u201cI\u2019m just doing my job.\u201d<\/em> So yes, I\u2019m happy to report that things are indeed changing. Now if those customer service people could also attempt to smile every once in a while, my life would be complete. But one thing at a time.<\/p>\n Words for today:<\/p>\n And of course, kundtj\u00e4nst<\/strong> can be either \u201cbra<\/strong>\u201d (good) or \u201cd\u00e5lig<\/strong>\u201d (bad).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Few topics can fire up an expat living in Sweden as much as \u201cSwedish customer service.\u201d Or not even an expat. Swedes, who lived abroad for an extended period of time, like to discuss it, too. Really, it\u2019s one of those ever-green subjects that can go on forever. And just what is it about the…<\/p>\n
\nI was impressed. This was something that had not happened to me here before. And my friend added, \u201cWow! American style customer service! Didn\u2019t know it existed in Sweden.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n
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