4.04.2006

Suzanna Socked Me Sunday

Suzanna Socked Me Sunday

Suzanna socked me Sunday,
she socked me Monday too,
she also socked me Tuesday
I was turning black and blue.

She socked me double Wednesday,
and Thursday even more,
but when she socked me Friday,
she began to get me sore.

"Enough's enough," I yelled at her,
"I hate it when you hit me!"
"Well, then I won't" Suzanna said--
that Saturday, she bit me.

~ Jack Prelutsky

Poems by children are funny yet frightening. Oh how we can laugh at their misdeeds. The little kid in me says "bite her back". Yet the psychologist says, "she just likes you." Aaah... young love

The music fades and lyrics persist

Artist: Ten Shekel Shirt
Album: Much

Chorus:
It's nice to be at peace with you
It's fine with me to be close to you

My eyes are fixed on you, oh lord
I see you, I see you
My hands are clean
My heart is pure
You washed me, thank you

I used to be attracted to
The things of this world
And I used to be at war with you
Now I'm fighting on your side

Chorus

My love for you is unashamed
I love you, I love you
My guilt is gone, I'm free to fly
Inside, inside

I used to be entangled by
The things of this world
And I used to seem so far from you
Now I feel you by my side

"We are unable to serve you." dial tone.

Firstly, trying to get a replacement unit is NEVER easy. It's exhausting and often takes a lot of delicate communication with a helpful customer representative. Herein lies the story:

Arthur, a tall brazilian man, spent three months in email communication with a HP customer service representative (Sam) concerning the lack luster abilities of his multifunction only to find out that he would have to return the item for a replacement. Great finally a new printer...

The last email from the not-so-helpful HP rep replied, "This department is unable to fulfil the requirments of your printer replacement please call #####" Okay easy enough you think, however Arthur cannot speak english well enough to have a detailed and delicate phone conversation thus his use of email. So he came in to see me, since I sold him the, unbeknownst piece of junk.

After a 30min phone call with the HP rep, Mary Jane ("real" name of customer rep) she determined that HP couldnot replace the unit and would require Arthur to go home power up the device and reinstall it and proceed through a step-by-step trial and error procedure on the phone with her. I replied that Arthur had already spent 3 months doing the same thing and I quoted his HP callService id number. Mary Jane replies, "that callService id number is not in our system, so I cannot honor what Sam quoted. Have a nice day." click...dial tone...

OUCH. I mean, as a Computer Consultant at Staples Business Depot I was choked, but not surprised. I've worked in the industry for 5 years now and I have had similar results with their customer service. Zero customer relations. Zero intracommuncation amongst the HP service departments or maybe just a poor database system... either way the service recieved was unacceptable.

Back to Arthur, since HP could not do anything I decided to help fix the problem myself and without going into copious details I ended up replacing the unit for Arthur (this was an exception to the rule considering it was 2 months past the return policy). An hour later Arthur he shook my hand in appreciation and gave me a great big hug. It's not everyday you get a hug from a stranger who simply admires your help. Seems as though, genuine help is a precious treasure.

Covering for poor service from a manufacture has become a weekly occurence. It's sad that companies have lost their "next door neighbour " business attitude when it comes to customer service. Then again those who complain too loudly have spoiled it out for the rest. I dissaprove of freeriders.

Ironically, Arthur bought the same printer except with an extended service plan.

4.02.2006

precious kodak moments.

shawdows and sunbeams

SFU campus on a bright day: reflections...


The bus stop infront of my apartment when I lived in Sendai, Japan for a summer.


Tall Skinny... you almost can't see my best friend...hah.. he fits in.






Amen to those precious moments in life when the picture says it all.