Apr 172008
 

I hate get­ting my eyes examined, which is why I only sub­mit to it every two years or so. Since part of the reas­on I go is to make sure that any symp­toms of glauc­oma or mac­u­lar degen­er­a­tion are found, I get the full check-up, involving hor­rible chem­ic­als to dilate the pupils. These, of course, affect my vis­ion, so I can­’t drive home after­wards; for­tu­nately the walk is only about 25 minutes each way, so it’s not too big a deal.

As I was walk­ing home I real­ised I must have looked more than a little weird in my jeans and a non­des­cript winter coat, with a floppy sun­hat pulled down around my face to min­im­ize the light get­ting into my stressed eyes, des­pite the cloud. Not that any­one seemed to notice of course, this being Vancouver.

Apr 162008
 

It’s always nice to have a good cus­tom­er ser­vice exper­i­ence; not that I expec­ted oth­er­wise in this case. And when it shows a good way to use a cus­tom­er­’s per­son­al inform­a­tion, so much the better.

What happened was, we had a dis­play case built into our din­ing room wall. I stained it and var­nished it, and wanted glass shelves. To cut a very long story short, the holes in the walls for the shelves were the wrong size for the shelf sup­ports I wanted, and I got vari­ous things from Lee Val­ley to try to get the sup­ports I wanted to fit in the holes. That did­n’t work, so I ended up with oth­er shelf sup­ports and a bunch of stuff I did­n’t need any more, that was unused apart from a “try it out” test run on one support. 

Fast for­ward two years or so; when you have a baby who does­n’t sleep well, return­ing stuff with­in the three-month dead­line does­n’t always hap­pen. So I called up today and asked if I could return it any­way, even though I’d lost the receipt. The woman on the phone said to come in and talk to the sales per­son (Lee Val­ley does not have self-ser­vice — they have show­rooms and cata­logues and you talk to a real per­son about what you want and wheth­er it will work, and they fetch the items for you out of the back room). So I did that at lunch­time today. Explained to the guy what had happened, gave him my cus­tom­er account num­ber, and he dis­ap­peared into the back room to look up when I’d bought the stuff and how much I’d paid for it, so he could do a full refund (no restock­ing charges, yay!). It turned out that some of the stuff was from 2 years ago, the rest from 2002 — but they still refun­ded what I’d paid, cheerfully. 

Yep, they know where I live and what I buy, and they use that inform­a­tion to send me cata­logues on related sub­jects, and to give me refunds 6 years after I bought the stuff and lost the receipt. That’s a reas­on­able trade-off to me, and good cus­tom­er ser­vice to boot. Of course, I promptly bought anoth­er couple of use­ful items — I defy any­one to go into their show­room and not find some­thing use­ful for house, work­shop, or garden. So their reas­on­able policy also has bene­fits for them.

Apr 012008
 

I don’t usu­ally get a lot of phone scams on my office phone, prob­ably because it’s unlis­ted. But I did get one today. Being April Fools’ Day, I was­n’t sure wheth­er it was a prank or a scam; after hunt­ing around a bit on the web I think the latter.

It was a brief call, an auto­mated sys­tem claim­ing to be from Visa, say­ing they had a charge for $1000 for per­fume “for my stinky armpit” (no joke, that’s what they called it). The auto­mated voice told me to press 8 to accept the charge, or 9 to decline it. I hung up instead (I’ve had real calls from my bank about unau­thor­ized charges, so I know what they sound like). Hunt­ing around on the web showed a bunch of people claim­ing that press­ing 9 allows the per­son to make long dis­tance calls from your num­ber some­how; Snopes says that’s only par­tially true. Oth­er people also say the dial 9 scam isn’t a scam, although the lat­ter link points out “some com­pan­ies have indeed used decept­ive prac­tices to trick recip­i­ents into mak­ing premi­um rate calls”, which could add up, I guess. Seems like a lot of effort to go to for little reward — maybe it was an elab­or­ate April Fools’ Day joke after all. Any­one want to ‘fess up?

Jan 152008
 

In a city like Van­couver in the depths of winter, when we’re so used to rain, rain, and more rain, to the extent that even the loc­al paper prints “this is get­ting bor­ing” as the weath­er fore­cast, any sun is appre­ci­ated. So today’s glor­i­ous sun­shine, even though accom­pan­ied by cold frosts in the morn­ing, was extremely wel­come. Every­one is out walk­ing, people are vis­ibly relax­ing and enjoy­ing the sun, their faces remin­is­cent of blos­som­ing flowers, rather than scur­ry­ing along under umbrel­las scowl­ing at the grey skies. Many are delib­er­ately not look­ing at the weath­er fore­cast, pre­fer­ring to enjoy the weath­er as it is rather than be cast into des­pond­ency over the rain that is undoubtedly just over the hori­zon. Even the trees seem to be smil­ing, and the cats are out­side cat­ting around rather than hibernating.

Some­how even work­ing in the base­ment seems easi­er when the sun is shining.

Jan 082008
 

I see that Paul Ked­rosky is talk­ing about a resur­gence of depart­ment stores, based on the fact that lots of people want one-stop shop­ping rather than going from store to store. Fun­nily enough, Wal­mart has been meet­ing pre­cisely this need for years; I gath­er one of the major demo­graph­ics for Wal­mart is har­ried moth­ers with chil­dren in tow who also don’t want to schlep from store to store. Now, if depart­ment stores would actu­ally make it more pleas­ant to shop in them, and more effi­cient, they’d get more of my busi­ness as well. Effi­ciency to me means a reas­on­able selec­tion of products, not only cloth­ing, organ­ised in a way that means I can find what I’m look­ing for (or find out they don’t have it) in a short peri­od of time. People to help in the pro­cess would be a def­in­ite plus, but some logic in where things are would make up for that. Rolling carts for people push­ing strollers or bug­gies would help as well.

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