Ok so I’m flying on my monthly trip and I am waiting to board my plane. I am in Group 1. So, I get up and stand near-ish to the roped off lanes.
They have a Priority/Platinum/First Class lane. This is a strip of carpet that is roped off from the other strip of carpet right next to it. This special strip is only for these special flyers.
The gate attendant lady checks them all in and then walks down the commoner strip of carpet and uses one of the nylon strap retractable turnbuckle thing to block off the special strip of carpet before calling the regular passengers.
Ok, I understand first class having better seats. I think if I were in First class, I would want to board last to avoid the riff raff that sits in the back, but that is another topic. A special section of carpet about two feet wide that parallels and is adjacent to another section of carpet?
People pay extra for this. What is the special reward here?
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Let me transfer you
I really hate it when you call in to a company like your credit card, you have to go through the verbal equivalent of a biometric scan. Please enter you credit card number. What is your date of birth? What is your first car? What is your favorite episode of Seinfeld? Dial 1 for the episode with the funny HELLO voice, dial 2 for the one with the sausages… Who would win in a knife fight between Tony Orlando and Pete Rose?
When finally they are satisfied that you are you, you then get to explain the purpose of the call. Yeah I sent you money but you froze my account. You know the sad story that is this problem and how they can help you solve it. They then put you on hold and you get the same musak that you get at every other company (I think they are all the same company, but that is another discussion). Finally, when they come back on they say that this is not the right department, you need to talk to someone else.
So they transfer you. Please enter your credit card, what is your date of birth… The fact that you went through the body scan means nothing. And they weren’t told what you already went through. So you get to go through that again too.
I guess I can sympathize, they probably had to transfer me to Canada from Calcutta or something, but it really wears me out.
However, there ought to be prison terms for the people who are in the same office on the same floor who pull this. You call up and you get “Thank you for calling the Department of Redundancy Department. How may I help you.” “Yes, Hi, my name is Buckwheat Picard with the Federal Waste the Taxpayers Money Agency, and I was calling on behalf of …..” so after running through your situation they will tell you “you need to talk to Jenny in Accounting, please hold.”
Ok good making progress. But when Jenny comes on “Hi, this is Jenny, how may I help you?” “UM, yeah I just explained it all to that other lady. Did she tell you anything?” “No.”
I realize that laziness is your right as an American, but seriously, jail time.
When finally they are satisfied that you are you, you then get to explain the purpose of the call. Yeah I sent you money but you froze my account. You know the sad story that is this problem and how they can help you solve it. They then put you on hold and you get the same musak that you get at every other company (I think they are all the same company, but that is another discussion). Finally, when they come back on they say that this is not the right department, you need to talk to someone else.
So they transfer you. Please enter your credit card, what is your date of birth… The fact that you went through the body scan means nothing. And they weren’t told what you already went through. So you get to go through that again too.
I guess I can sympathize, they probably had to transfer me to Canada from Calcutta or something, but it really wears me out.
However, there ought to be prison terms for the people who are in the same office on the same floor who pull this. You call up and you get “Thank you for calling the Department of Redundancy Department. How may I help you.” “Yes, Hi, my name is Buckwheat Picard with the Federal Waste the Taxpayers Money Agency, and I was calling on behalf of …..” so after running through your situation they will tell you “you need to talk to Jenny in Accounting, please hold.”
Ok good making progress. But when Jenny comes on “Hi, this is Jenny, how may I help you?” “UM, yeah I just explained it all to that other lady. Did she tell you anything?” “No.”
I realize that laziness is your right as an American, but seriously, jail time.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
alarm clock
I travel for work, so I stay in a lot of hotels. There are many things to complain about with hotels, but the thing that really grates my cheese is this.
I have moved around this hotel to find the perfect floor, the perfect layout, the right side of the hall.
I thought I had found it. This floor is one where the elevators do not default. It is not too close to the smokers rooms. And, until yesterday had been empty, except for me.
Last night the considerate hotel staff put someone in the room next to mine. Ok there are like 120 rooms in this hotel on 8 floors, and like 13 people checked in right now. So you would think you could spread people out.
You know how when you have a new car, you park it far away from the rest of society and walk the extra 300 yards so as to avoid dents. Then when you come out you have a 1981 Ford POS parked too close to your driver side door, and a new dent with paint the same color as the POS? There might not be another car for 3 square miles.
The car must be a social species. But I am not. I try to avoid other people in the hotel like the plague, because they just might have it.
So I’m in the hotel last night listening to the dog barking in the room next to me. This morning about 5:30 the occupants starts yelling at someone. So, once my alarm went off, I leaned it up against the wall, with the speaker facing them. I just let it go. I didn’t bother turning it off.
It turns out those people were there for one night.
Man, if you are going to ruin my life, at least do something long term.
I have moved around this hotel to find the perfect floor, the perfect layout, the right side of the hall.
I thought I had found it. This floor is one where the elevators do not default. It is not too close to the smokers rooms. And, until yesterday had been empty, except for me.
Last night the considerate hotel staff put someone in the room next to mine. Ok there are like 120 rooms in this hotel on 8 floors, and like 13 people checked in right now. So you would think you could spread people out.
You know how when you have a new car, you park it far away from the rest of society and walk the extra 300 yards so as to avoid dents. Then when you come out you have a 1981 Ford POS parked too close to your driver side door, and a new dent with paint the same color as the POS? There might not be another car for 3 square miles.
The car must be a social species. But I am not. I try to avoid other people in the hotel like the plague, because they just might have it.
So I’m in the hotel last night listening to the dog barking in the room next to me. This morning about 5:30 the occupants starts yelling at someone. So, once my alarm went off, I leaned it up against the wall, with the speaker facing them. I just let it go. I didn’t bother turning it off.
It turns out those people were there for one night.
Man, if you are going to ruin my life, at least do something long term.
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