Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Customer Service

I took this "definition" from another blog called "Begging to Differ, which has apparently gone away (too bad, it was a cool blog). Anyway, it's SO true! I wish I'd written this... Enjoy.

Customer service (noun)
[kuhs-tuh-mer sur-vis]

1. Providing the minimal amount of interaction or aid required to keep a working relationship with a customer. This is usually carried out by underpaid employees that are only permitted to read from pre-written scripts; often follows 15 minutes of dealing with computer recorded menus and 30 minutes of being placed on hold. Customer service usually follows billing mistakes in the form of extra charges and/or service outages and is sometimes treated as a luxury, coming with a monetary charge to the user

2. User populated bulletin boards where other customers that have had similar problems help correct product issues.

3. (outdated, circa 1990) An act of helpful activity towards an individual with whom you have a business relationship to aid in solving an issue with their account or service. The customer is always right…

Hunter (as in Hunter S. Thompson) was a cock too, but at least he was funny!

A friend sent this quote to me (see below). It made me laugh. I needed a laugh, so I'm posting it here in the hopes it gives my one or two other readers a laugh as well. Btw, my father's name is Hunter. How appropriate.

"I hate to advocate weird chemicals, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone… but they’ve always worked for me." - Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

My dad is a cock.

A friend told me this morning that my dad has "forgotten love."

Bullocks! I say he never KNEW love, therefore how could he forget?

That's way too easy an excuse. It gives him far too much credit. It also assumes he has an actual heart beating in that concave blackened rotting hole of a cavity he calls a chest.

He's just a sad, pitiful bastard. Another dry drunk who can't (won't) take responsibility for his actions, his drinking, his utter lack of HUMAN-NESS.

He has spewed the ever running diarrhea from his mouth at me & my kid for the last time. I am not going to get sucked into his misery or his mean-spirited nastiness anymore. The last words that I'll ever direct his way (other than the words "Goodbye" when I finally leave CA forever) were last night when I told him he was the most selfish, self-absorbed person I'd ever known. That's it dad. That's the last words you're gonna get from me. Ever.

You shall reep what you sow old man. And I will feel not one iota of sorry for you. No guilt, no shame, no nothing. I sir, am done with you, for good.

The end.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

I dream of Pinkberry

Seriously. I do. I can't get enough of it. It's the new crack craze in LA/OC. And now that we have two Pinkberry stores in LB, I want my crack as often as I can get it. All hail the Crack(errr,Pink)berry!