Monthly Archives: February 2014
Save Every Last Inch!
I had planned to print out 1272 address labels last night for a client’s mail out, but it was not to be. My 6 week old HP printer would not turn on. It was working fine before I packed it away for the re-flooring, but It was dead now.
So I had to get up early and head down to the client’s to try and print them out there. The only problem was that he doesn’t have a copy of the address label program on any of his computers. I took a copy of the program folder to see if I could get it running on his machine without installing it from scratch.
But as I figured that didn’t work, so before I went down to Fry’s to buy another copy, I thought I’d try online to see if I could buy and download a copy of the program right then. And I lucked out. I could download a free ‘trial’ version that would work 20 times before you had to buy it.
And 10 minutes later I had my 43 pages of labels done.
After wrapping things up there I headed home, with a stop off at Wal-Mart to exchange my dead printer for a live one. I had found the receipt and the serial number on it matched the printer, so I figured I was all set. But not quite.
When I got to the WM Customer Service desk, I told them the printer was dead, showed them the receipt, and waited for them to tell me to go get another one from the back. But it didn’t quite work out that way.
My receipt was torn and that barcode printed at the bottom of every receipt was missing. Although they could confirm that the serial numbers matched and they were able to call up the sale on the computer via the transaction number, they said they could not issue the exchange without scanning the barcode. The computer just wouldn’t let them. So they said there was nothing they could do.
So stubborn as I am, I started climbing the supervisor ladder, looking for the one that could make this happed. Finally after 6 rungs, I came to the Associate Assistant Manager (the 3rd highest guy, behind the Manager and the Assistant Manager). He listened to the problem, said no problem, and told the Customer Service lady how to do it. Then he entered his code and used his special key, and I was done.
Persistence Pays. And remember, save ALL of your receipt. Every last inch.
Getting home, I entered the coach to the delicious smell of the big batch of Crockpot Chili that Jan had been brewing up all day. And it tasted even better than it smelled.
Tomorrow morning Jan and I have our yearly doctor’s appointments, starting at 8:45. Hopefully it won’t take too long.
Thought for the Day:
I never said all actors are cattle; what I said was all actors should be treated like cattle. - Alfred Hitchcock.
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It was a Bomb!
Today was another client day, so I headed out about 10:30 to get started. The first one was a little bit of everything, from setting up a new laptop, and cleaning up a desktop machine, to showing him how to use his new Kindle Fire HD. Max is another client who, along with his wife and her business, have been clients for over 10 years, and it’s always good to hear from them when we’re back in town.
Then it was off to my commercial client for a while before finally heading home about 3:30. Then it was back up to Clear Lake with Jan to check out the newest ‘Breastaurant’ in the area.
Like Hooters, Twin Peaks, and Bone Daddy’s, Bombshell’s is the latest in the genre of pretty girls in somewhat skimpy uniforms, cold beer, and dozens of TV screens tuned to every sports channel available.
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The place is decorated in a military theme with airplane wings overhead, bomb casings scattered around, and camouflage on the walls.
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And of course, the obligatory pretty young ladies.
But for Jan and I the place ‘Bombed’ out. Like Bone Daddy’s that we tried last year right before we left the area, it just wasn’t that good. Ok, I guess, but it just didn’t click with us.
The service was kind of lackluster, the kitchen messed up my order, giving me the same thing Jan ordered instead of what I ordered. And the food itself was just so-so. Nothing special.
Some of this might be due to the fact that they’ve only been open about a week, but it doesn’t bode well for the place. It was pretty busy for 4 PM on a Monday afternoon, but it will be interesting to how it holds up. I think that at least part of that might be attributed to t he fact that this place, the second one in a new chain, is owned by the same guy that owns Rick’s Cabaret’s, a string of gentleman (read ‘strip’) clubs. So they may have been expecting girls in even skimpier costumes than Hooters or Twin Peaks, but that wasn’t the case.
And just like our only once visit to Bone Daddy’s last year, this will probably our one and only to Bombshells. There are too many other good places.
Tomorrow is a little more client stuff, and then some more work on the new floor.
Thought for the Day:
Just because you have your head up your arse doesn’t mean you have to have a crappy outlook.
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