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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Nerd!!!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Canned Air: 45 Minutes
It should not have to take me 45 minutes just to settle a customer dispute. For all those wanting another reason to hate Wal-Mart, I've got a big one.
I called the closest location to me (READS: within walking distence) yesterday to see if they would have the new Spore Parts Pack in stock. I was told that they would, but it wouldn't be on the shelves until midnight that night or 08:00 the following morning.
I went by at around 09:00 because I needed some canned air for my computer. I'm behind in cleaning the insides and noticed we were out, so I thought I'd pick it up when I went to pick up the expansion pack. When I got there, the PC game shelf was almost bare.
Long story short, they don't have it. But I had to be bounced back and forth between managers like a tennis ball. I don't like being treated like a tennis ball when it comes to Customer Service, and I make it a point not to do that when I'm on the clock whenever I work for the theatre. After 45 minutes, I left very upset that the root of my problem was a communications error that happened yesterday.
I took the off-chance gamble that the local GameStop on my way home would have it, but remembered that they said they don't stock PC titles. Boy, where they right. I asked the store manager if there was a way he could check the inventory of the other stores to see if they had the title I was looking for. Despite being put on hold for longer than my personal rule--and in person no less--their customer service was very much about the customer and trying to find the title in question. Eventually, they found the location of a story that had it in stock and told me where to go. As I was leaving, the manager then rushed out of the store and told me that he got a call from another location that just got the title. The fact that he went out in to the cold with no coat spoke volume to me.
With customer service like this, I wish I was a secret shopper. I should look into how to become one once I get out of school and... *sigh* learn to drive.
I called the closest location to me (READS: within walking distence) yesterday to see if they would have the new Spore Parts Pack in stock. I was told that they would, but it wouldn't be on the shelves until midnight that night or 08:00 the following morning.
I went by at around 09:00 because I needed some canned air for my computer. I'm behind in cleaning the insides and noticed we were out, so I thought I'd pick it up when I went to pick up the expansion pack. When I got there, the PC game shelf was almost bare.
Long story short, they don't have it. But I had to be bounced back and forth between managers like a tennis ball. I don't like being treated like a tennis ball when it comes to Customer Service, and I make it a point not to do that when I'm on the clock whenever I work for the theatre. After 45 minutes, I left very upset that the root of my problem was a communications error that happened yesterday.
I took the off-chance gamble that the local GameStop on my way home would have it, but remembered that they said they don't stock PC titles. Boy, where they right. I asked the store manager if there was a way he could check the inventory of the other stores to see if they had the title I was looking for. Despite being put on hold for longer than my personal rule--and in person no less--their customer service was very much about the customer and trying to find the title in question. Eventually, they found the location of a story that had it in stock and told me where to go. As I was leaving, the manager then rushed out of the store and told me that he got a call from another location that just got the title. The fact that he went out in to the cold with no coat spoke volume to me.
With customer service like this, I wish I was a secret shopper. I should look into how to become one once I get out of school and... *sigh* learn to drive.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Expanding the Universe
I would make a really good secret shopper.
I just called two locations within walking distance of my house. Both carry video games, but only one actually told me that they do not carry PC titles. I enquired if the Spore expansion pack would be stocked, and the employee on the other end pretty much gave me a stock answer of "call back when its scheduled to release." Not really the most ideal thing to say, but that wasn't what bothered me. It was the general "hurry-up" tone of voice. I'm sure I've been guilty of that with my own phone call customer services with the theatre, but this was more like a "hurry up, because I don't want to talk to you" tone.
Tomorrow is going to be dedicated to cleaning up my computer area due to the fact that it has acquired unhealthy amounts of hair, dust, and junk mail that needs to be thrown in the trash. I was actually going to pick up some canned air for all the hardware components, after asking my mom tonight where those static Swiffer sheets are for the non-electronic stuff I can use it on. So I thought I'd pick myself up a little tit for tat while I was out.
I don't know what's happened, but lately I've been babying my computers.
I just called two locations within walking distance of my house. Both carry video games, but only one actually told me that they do not carry PC titles. I enquired if the Spore expansion pack would be stocked, and the employee on the other end pretty much gave me a stock answer of "call back when its scheduled to release." Not really the most ideal thing to say, but that wasn't what bothered me. It was the general "hurry-up" tone of voice. I'm sure I've been guilty of that with my own phone call customer services with the theatre, but this was more like a "hurry up, because I don't want to talk to you" tone.
Tomorrow is going to be dedicated to cleaning up my computer area due to the fact that it has acquired unhealthy amounts of hair, dust, and junk mail that needs to be thrown in the trash. I was actually going to pick up some canned air for all the hardware components, after asking my mom tonight where those static Swiffer sheets are for the non-electronic stuff I can use it on. So I thought I'd pick myself up a little tit for tat while I was out.
I don't know what's happened, but lately I've been babying my computers.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Why me?
I failed to see until now just how far behind I really am with the academic side of my thesis. The weekend of playing tourist, the private party for myself I had watching DVDs of old cartoon shows, and even updating this blog is putting me farther behind.
The surface of the thesis is already establish, the definition and examples of an avatar and how they are constructed. But I'm missing one important question to answer. Why?
Why did I choose to represent myself with a ponytail and why do I refuse to cut it?
Why did I create an avatar for Gaia that is a martial arts stereotype complete with bared chest and muscular built?
Why did I decided to produce a life-size digital collage of a side of myself i don't like talking about in public and yet is comfortable enough to exhibit it in a public space?
Why did I pick these words to represent me and my thoughts?
Why am I listening to a Gothic German polka while I'm typing this?
Why did I ask that last question?
The philosophical part of my paper, the theory side, was something I either ignored or just plain forgot was a requirement until just a while ago when I was staring at my second draft and realizing that I had nothing more to talk about. It was then that I asked Kristi, who told me I completely forgot about the major part of my paper: the concept of identity. She promises me that someone will ask me one of those questions, and if I can't answer them, then my thesis isn't as deep as I could be.
The stupid part of all this is the fact that the only answer I can think of to these questions is this: Why not?
The surface of the thesis is already establish, the definition and examples of an avatar and how they are constructed. But I'm missing one important question to answer. Why?
Why did I choose to represent myself with a ponytail and why do I refuse to cut it?
Why did I create an avatar for Gaia that is a martial arts stereotype complete with bared chest and muscular built?
Why did I decided to produce a life-size digital collage of a side of myself i don't like talking about in public and yet is comfortable enough to exhibit it in a public space?
Why did I pick these words to represent me and my thoughts?
Why am I listening to a Gothic German polka while I'm typing this?
Why did I ask that last question?
The philosophical part of my paper, the theory side, was something I either ignored or just plain forgot was a requirement until just a while ago when I was staring at my second draft and realizing that I had nothing more to talk about. It was then that I asked Kristi, who told me I completely forgot about the major part of my paper: the concept of identity. She promises me that someone will ask me one of those questions, and if I can't answer them, then my thesis isn't as deep as I could be.
The stupid part of all this is the fact that the only answer I can think of to these questions is this: Why not?
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Post-Show Snore
I wish I could say that the reason I was not able to blog was due to some kind of technical hip cup on my end, as I'll end up saying on my Spore Blog. The fact of the matter is that I'm just too lazy to keep up with this having been too busy several weeks before setting up the show which will come down this Saturday.
I have my second draft of my paper due this Friday and was shocked to find how much of my notes you end up forgetting due to the stress of putting up the show. I think being first up had something to do with it. Either way, that's what needs to be done. Followed closely by insurance documentation of the work and maybe sharing those photos here on the blog.
Other than that?
I got a DVD box set featuring the complete run of Batman: The Animated Series and have been enjoying it since, even if only at a slow pace. My mom teased me saying that all I need is the Ninja Turtles DVD and I'll have all the shows that she remembers me watching while I was growing up. I teased her back saying that I still would need a whole slew of other shows before that statement would be considered true, namely shows like Tiny Toons and Chip & Dale's Rescue Rangers and the long lost educational cartoon Hystaria!, which had the best time slot for any cartoon of its genre from what I remember.
I'm expecting Kung Fu Panda at the end of the week and will be checking out the 2D sequel that will be coming with the "Panda-monium" pack. I was talking with my friends in graphic design as to how rare 2D animation is these days, so any chance to see it is like being able to watch a Broadway production in NYC. Or at least it is starting to become like that.
I don't know. I think I'm throwing my own private party for myself seeing how there wasn't much celebration sponsored by my family post-show. This was mostly due to the fact that we had a guest due to the fact that my sister doesn't feel comfortable driving from Virginia on the interstate by herself. So most of the post-show weekend was spent entertaining my sister's friend. I tried to get at least one of my wants in during that time, but it was shot down because of budget (and the fact that I was in a very public location and couldn't argue as loudly as I wanted to). So, yeah, no sushi until this coming Saturday, but unfortunately it will have to be between the hours of 11:00 and 14:00. Not exactly ideal, but better than nothing I suppose.
Well, I guess I should go back to figuring out my notes and then inserting them into my second draft now that I'm done with my lunch that I was eating between paragraph breaks. The meal of college champions: Ramen.
I have my second draft of my paper due this Friday and was shocked to find how much of my notes you end up forgetting due to the stress of putting up the show. I think being first up had something to do with it. Either way, that's what needs to be done. Followed closely by insurance documentation of the work and maybe sharing those photos here on the blog.
Other than that?
I got a DVD box set featuring the complete run of Batman: The Animated Series and have been enjoying it since, even if only at a slow pace. My mom teased me saying that all I need is the Ninja Turtles DVD and I'll have all the shows that she remembers me watching while I was growing up. I teased her back saying that I still would need a whole slew of other shows before that statement would be considered true, namely shows like Tiny Toons and Chip & Dale's Rescue Rangers and the long lost educational cartoon Hystaria!, which had the best time slot for any cartoon of its genre from what I remember.
I'm expecting Kung Fu Panda at the end of the week and will be checking out the 2D sequel that will be coming with the "Panda-monium" pack. I was talking with my friends in graphic design as to how rare 2D animation is these days, so any chance to see it is like being able to watch a Broadway production in NYC. Or at least it is starting to become like that.
I don't know. I think I'm throwing my own private party for myself seeing how there wasn't much celebration sponsored by my family post-show. This was mostly due to the fact that we had a guest due to the fact that my sister doesn't feel comfortable driving from Virginia on the interstate by herself. So most of the post-show weekend was spent entertaining my sister's friend. I tried to get at least one of my wants in during that time, but it was shot down because of budget (and the fact that I was in a very public location and couldn't argue as loudly as I wanted to). So, yeah, no sushi until this coming Saturday, but unfortunately it will have to be between the hours of 11:00 and 14:00. Not exactly ideal, but better than nothing I suppose.
Well, I guess I should go back to figuring out my notes and then inserting them into my second draft now that I'm done with my lunch that I was eating between paragraph breaks. The meal of college champions: Ramen.
Friday, November 07, 2008
The Big Day
I know that I haven't been posting anything in a long time. Too long, in fact. Hell, my Spore blog is probably as dead as this one right now, but that's another story.
The point is that I've been busier than I ever been. Frustrated doesn't describe it. Nervous doesn't seem to come close. Frantic? Possibly. But one thing is for sure: I've been working hard for the last several weeks trying to get today to happen. And in a little over two hours from this post, it will be all worth the trouble.
The show is installed and I get to make face with a public I locked myself away from. Or at least tried to.
This is the first time where I've finally taken notice of all the new faces in the school, what few there are floating around. And there are some cute ones. Some real twinks in the freshman class that make me feel very old and very ugly despite the compliments I'm getting from finally shaving off my three-month-long facial hair. At this point, I'm starting to feel more and more like my third avatar I posted here. Sexually stimulated but yet unable to enjoy it due to personal hang-ups and a lack of social finesse.
Tonight will be interesting. I'll have to make face, try to look like I know what I'm talking about, and above all else, behave.
Still, as much as this day is meant to be all about me, I can't help but wonder if it really is. My mom is getting the house ready for a friend of my sister who is staying the weekend due to the uncomfortable nature of driving alone from her college to my college on the interstate. Then there's the fact that I can't even pick where I would like to eat out for my celebratory dinner because I like seafood but none of my sister's friends do. And I was feeling like sushi!! Oh, and tomorrow? We're all playing the role of tour guides for my sister's friend, with an intent to kill two birds with one stone by having my celebratory dinner, which has been pushed up to lunch, at a tourist hot spot. So instead of sushi, I get hamburgers at Opry Mills.
As upset as all this could make me, I have only this thought to cancel it all out: I got published in the Nashville Scene and my image took up half of the front page of the Critics' Pick section. To quote a Disney Channel character, "YAY ME!"
The point is that I've been busier than I ever been. Frustrated doesn't describe it. Nervous doesn't seem to come close. Frantic? Possibly. But one thing is for sure: I've been working hard for the last several weeks trying to get today to happen. And in a little over two hours from this post, it will be all worth the trouble.
The show is installed and I get to make face with a public I locked myself away from. Or at least tried to.
This is the first time where I've finally taken notice of all the new faces in the school, what few there are floating around. And there are some cute ones. Some real twinks in the freshman class that make me feel very old and very ugly despite the compliments I'm getting from finally shaving off my three-month-long facial hair. At this point, I'm starting to feel more and more like my third avatar I posted here. Sexually stimulated but yet unable to enjoy it due to personal hang-ups and a lack of social finesse.
Tonight will be interesting. I'll have to make face, try to look like I know what I'm talking about, and above all else, behave.
Still, as much as this day is meant to be all about me, I can't help but wonder if it really is. My mom is getting the house ready for a friend of my sister who is staying the weekend due to the uncomfortable nature of driving alone from her college to my college on the interstate. Then there's the fact that I can't even pick where I would like to eat out for my celebratory dinner because I like seafood but none of my sister's friends do. And I was feeling like sushi!! Oh, and tomorrow? We're all playing the role of tour guides for my sister's friend, with an intent to kill two birds with one stone by having my celebratory dinner, which has been pushed up to lunch, at a tourist hot spot. So instead of sushi, I get hamburgers at Opry Mills.
As upset as all this could make me, I have only this thought to cancel it all out: I got published in the Nashville Scene and my image took up half of the front page of the Critics' Pick section. To quote a Disney Channel character, "YAY ME!"
