Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Do it yourself

I’ve had cause, in posts passim, to moan about the appalling standard of customer service in this country before. Clearly I haven’t been listened to, so I’m going to have to do it again. Same shop though – Sainsburys.

Last time, it was because I was asked “Would you like any help packing?” when I was buying three items. They are now at the other end of the spectrum. Recently the Sainsburys in Reading town centre has had about half its checkouts removed and replaced with self service check outs. So you do your own scanning and bagging. It’s an obvious money saving rouse as the customer does what traditionally stores have had to pay people to do. I’ve used these machines before in M&S and found them satisfactory as long as there are staff about to help you. If you don’t put your goods into the bag quick enough the machines go “beep, beep, beep” and request you seek assistance. Buying wine? “beep, beep, beep.” Aspirin? “beep, beep, beep.” Bleach? “beep, beep, beep.” You get the idea.

This works in M&S as they have about one member of staff to four self service tills, but Sainsburys have about one for eight. Unsurprisingly, it was pretty busy there tonight after office hours. Or does the Reading store have a new manager with no retail experience as this flood of people seemed to have taken them totally by surprise. Is it “bring your child to work week” leading to the store being managed by 2 five year olds? (This will doubtless be the subject to a later post if any bloody children are bought in to my office, but we’ll cross that bridge at the time.) There were 7 or 8 people queuing for each bank of four tills and one harassed assistant trying to quell the beeps.

There was only one proper checkout open. It had seventeen people in the queue. I counted them. I think that’s a pretty clear vote on the popularity of self service checkouts. Will anything change? No.

This will soon be re-written and emailed to Sainsburys for their comments. I will of course share any reply. In fact, I can probably do that now…

Blah, blah, blah, disappointing shopping experience, blah, blah, blah, embracing new technology, blah, blah, blah, some difficulties in the transitional phase, blah, blah, blah, we welcome your money – sorry feedback… and so it will go on.

I went on as well. To Marks & Spencer. Their fine wines are very reasonably priced.

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Saturday, April 18, 2009

Bullies

This annoys me...
Court jails Pirate Bay founders

A court in Sweden has jailed four men behind The Pirate Bay (TPB), the world's most high-profile file-sharing website, in a landmark case.
Forgive me if I'm wrong (yeah), but TPB aren't really a file sharing network if you boil it down. They are a glorified search engine for torrent trackers. The whole point about torrenting is that you are lifting stuff from somebody's computer, not a massive database of stored material, hosted, managed and distributed by The Bay. It's high-tech Socialism and it works. As does the more traditional Socialism, but that's for another day.

I know torrenting is illegal, which is why you'll never catch me doing it, so TPB are facilitating the sharing of copyrighted material, but I could just as easily search Google for say "30 Rock torrents" and guess what - I'd find links for 30 Rock torrents.

But Sony, EMI, etc didn't sue Google did they?

No.

Why?

Because Google are FUCKING MASSIVE, worth $$$$$$$ and probably have a pretty sharp legal team? I mean a better legal team even than Jacko's. Shit, I bet they even got Denny Crane leading. Best to pick on a bunch of geeky stoners who saw the whole thing as a bit of a wheeze right from the start, safe in the knowledge that, whatever the result their cult status would remain intact.

It's maddening. The best way to celebrate this victory for 'the man' is to, all of you, torrent at least one file. Now. Use The Bay, it's still live and as they say "Don't worry - we're from the internets. It's going to be alright. :-)"

Will this result stop torrenting? Yes. In exactly the same way that Bush/Bliar's war on terror has ended terrorism. Oh, hang on...

I can recommend 30 Rock by the way. And Boston Legal.

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Thursday, April 16, 2009

More tea vicar?

"If I were to suggest that between the Earth and Mars there is a china teapot revolving about the sun in an elliptical orbit, nobody would be able to disprove my assertion provided I were careful to add that the teapot is too small to be revealed even by our most powerful telescopes. But if I were to go on to say that, since my assertion cannot be disproved, it is an intolerable presumption on the part of human reason to doubt it, I should rightly be thought to be talking nonsense. If, however, the existence of such a teapot were affirmed in ancient books, taught as the sacred truth every Sunday, and instilled into the minds of children at school, hesitation to believe in its existence would become a mark of eccentricity and entitle the doubter to the attentions of the psychiatrist in an enlightened age or of the Inquisitor in an earlier time." Bertrand Russell 1952.

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Monday, February 02, 2009

D Day

Yes, it's Transfer Deadline Day.

And once again, the mighty Spurs are being linked to every two-footed male from Fatty Foulke to some bloke who has a smooth bottom.

There's only one name on our lips though.

Come back Robbie Keane,
Oh, where have you been...

On a bench in Liverpool. Criminal.

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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Insomnia

I had the weirdest f'kin insomnia last night. It gets me, I don't know - monthly maybe. Full moon? There is a shit load of apocryphal evidence showing that people and animals react to full moons but it's the sort of thing that science just hates. I swear my cats get feisty on the full moon and a friend of mine who used to work in nursing told me that old people and nutters (two for two) get all hyper on the night the moon is at its fullest. But the trouble with science - much as I respect it, is that when faced with overwhelming circumstantial evidence but nothing which can be put into an equation it just doesn't compute in them rigorously logical minds. But I digress.

My insomnia is normally of the kind that I consider traditional - it's my most common form anyway; my frontal lobe just goes off on tangent upon tangent, weaving conversations into imaginations into lucid dreams into, well into the parts of my subconscious that I really sort of love but which I am too fond of sleep to visit often. The noise up there is so great that sometimes I'm surprised anyone in the house can sleep let alone me.

Last night was nothing like that at all. Last night the inside of my head, my subconscious was the universe. It was all that is known and it was all that is unknown. I had the most astonishing and I really do mean astonishing (bold, italics, whatever) sense of space. A spacial awareness that I imagine astronauts get when they space walk, as they first step out into the void. But much more massive. I was everywhere and I was nowhere. I could see everything. Do you have any idea what I mean?

Then I dreamed about my niece. The youngest member of my immediate family. She was a baby again. I was on the sofa at my mum's old house, just me and her and she was the most precious thing on the world, this tiny, vulnerable life and I held her so tightly wanting to keep the world spoiling from her. I woke crying. I'm crying now. I have to go.

What is going on?

Thursday, May 29, 2008

phylos is...

Hate, love and war
Force emotions to the fore
But not for me, of course
Of course
I keep mine hidden
Oh ...

I keep mine hidden
But it's so easy for you
Because you let yours flail
Into public view
Oh, oh ...

Yellow and green
A stumbling block
I'm a twenty-digit combination to unlock
With a past where to be 'touched'
Meant to be 'mental'

Ooh, I keep mine hidden
The lies are so easy for you
Because you let yours slide
Into public view
Oh

© Morrissey *heart*

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Hubris

Elliot Spitzer should have read about Croesus.

Have a look at this...


Honesty Road. Integrity Lane. Oooops.
Spitzer resigns post

Eliot Spitzer was today cast into the wilderness after he resigned from one of the top jobs in American politics, the governorship of the state of New York, in the wake of a prostitution scandal that destroyed his reputation as the scourge of organised crime and immorality.
Live by the (pork) sword, die by the (pork) sword.