Take Me to Your Leader
The Battle of the Chat Support Bots
In 2019, I started a Wordpress blog called the Misfit Farmer on which I amassed quite a collection of sparsely read verbiage. It often felt like I was blogging into the wind, so a year or so ago I decided to experiment with a Substack newsletter, in an attempt to bring my verbiage to the masses. For the last year, I have double posted my weekly missives on both Wordpress and Substack. Unfortunately, the mass readership thing still hasn’t panned out, but I have come to the realization that Substack is a lot easier to use.
Last week, I finally decided to discontinue my Wordpress blog, but use its existing Wordpress domain misfitfarmer.com as my custom Substack domain. Of course, I had no idea how to accomplish this, which is why I had to rely heavily on customer support--a.k.a. customer support bots--from both Wordpress and Substack.
Basically, one chat bot was telling me what to ask the other chat bot and vice versa. I couldn’t make heads or tales out of what either bot was talking about (A, CNAME, AAAA, channels, domains, etc), so I enlisted ChatGPT to decipher their messages and tell me what they meant in layman’s terms. Ironically, ChatGPT threw shade on the other bots and told me I needed to request to speak to a human--who knew you could still do that?
Eventually, via old-fashioned email communication, old fashioned humans looked into things (at least I think they were humans--they could have just been higher up bots impersonating humans for all I know), so I was then the middle man/mediator between three different chatbots and two humans. I still have no idea what any of them were talking about. They basically just kept telling me what to ask and direct the others to do, and I kept obeying and relaying their messages.
At times, I had to keep the bots from bickering, but the good news is that under my leadership (or theirs?), the man/bot team fixed my problem, so now the masses can subscribe to my newsletter by merely visiting misfitfarmer.com.
The bad news is we’re all doomed.



Those cryptic messages could all be roughly translated as “I’m sorry Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Meanwhile, whether your words are Pressed or Stacked, we appreciate your humanity.
Aaaarrrg! At least you figured it out and I can relate…I just spent two hours on the phone getting a SNAFU figured out on my new phone. At least it was a human the whole time