I'm a cheer dad, that's what I do! Grace is an all-star cheerleader, recently moved to Midwest Cheer Elite and she also does school cheer for Little Miami Junior High ( its a great day to be a Panther )
Cheer camp started this Tuesday, as usual we volunteered to make the 150 or so mile drive to Ohio Northern University for camp and took a total of 5 girls with us. Yes, that is five 12-13 year old girls in one vehicle for 150 miles...... Yes, I am insane.
12 year old girls pack like they are ...... well ..... 12 year old girls. Total weight of luggage would normally require an 18 wheeler with a heavy load exemption and an escort, usually a dually with flashing yellow lights. A barge and tug might have been a better choice, but ONU is landlocked so that wouldn't work.
So, in order to plan for the tonnage, I went to my local autoparts store and purchased enough straps to ratchet down and secure a small village to the roof of my wife's Acura MDX. Once I arrived home, I was informed that the forecast calls for scattered showers so, " it would be nice if we had one of those roof bags". My eyes immediately begin to twitch! Why? Why you ask !! Well, she has been wanting one for at least 3 years now, and every time any near use comes up, the subject is brought back up. This is called nagging. My wife has a PHD in this field and holds classes regularly with my daughter to teach her the trade and sharpen her skills. Immediately after seeing my eye twitch she says, " I'm not nagging, just tossing it out as an option, since its going to rain, but you do whatever you want." She really is a master and I am not ready to take the pebble from her hand, not even close. Not only is 3000 times over 3 years patiently and masterfully nagging, she ends with the death sentence of " do what you want !!" I'm a dead man walking at this point. If it rains, I'm the worst father in the world who soaked my daughters clothes and those of her friends, and if it doesn't, the persistence never ends! I'm not worthy!! And I have no choice. I begin to frantically look online at every retailer around town. It's a daunting task since the MDX luggage rack is not of the side bar variety, so a specific lock down mechanism is required. Finally, FINALLY I found one at Walmart.com. I check the stock and order it for in store pick up. Computer says it is in stock at a local location, I pay for it and receive an email that says it will be ready for pick up at 8:20 PM. Okay, I'm annoyed beyond all measure at this point. I have given in, again!! I ask said wife if she would pick it up because she is going out to dinner with a new friend, and Grace is with her. She grudgingly agrees. The time is 5:40 PM.
Here is where things go downhill. I spend the evening quietly licking my wounds, alone in the house. At 9:30 I get a call. Dinner has gone well, new friends have been made, etc etc. But, its late and she doesn't feel like going to Walmart. So, again, I'm stuck!! I get up, change clothes and head down the road.
9:58 PM. I walk into my local Walmart ( Bowen Rd. Mason Ohio ) ... oh such a glorious place. I briefly look for where to pick up, don't see it. I go to customer service counter. I noticed as I came in, the lights in the little alcove were off, but there were 3 people still in there. As I walk towards the alcove, they vanish, vanish like gorillas into the mist of the jungle. I stand there, alone, listening to the sounds of distant jungle
birds as I ponder my dilemma. Then, the sun shines through the forest canopy, just a little ray of light, a little ray of hope. An employee ( now
10:01 PM ) exits a door into my presents. She looks at me, and I can tell she is pondering weather to ignore me or speak. She made the right call and spoke..... to tell me Customer Service was closed. ( she could have just told me it didn't exist, but I would soon find that out on my own ) The lady, however, was nice and asked if I just had a question. Upon asking , she kindly pointed me to the pick up alcove on opposite side of store.
Mission continues.
10:05 PM I walk up to register and find sign that sends me back out to electronics. I proceed to that register to wait my turn at the lottery. Eventually a kind women calls someone to come to the pick register. Progress has been made.
Alec shows up. Alec is a wonderfully kind man. I also observe that he is a man of small stature who seems very very nervous and somewhat terrified at the moment. I check my demeanor quickly to make sure I am not the cause of his shaking. I am not, but I make certain to be diligently complimentary and polite at this point. As I give him the pick up number and re-assure him there isn't a problem because my email confirmation says it was ready at 8:20. He looks, and then manages to tell me that he doesn't see it in the system. Its not here, or if it is I don't know where. Alec and some other employee from behind the curtain. ( Wizard of Oz reference ) attempt to explain that just because the email says so, doesn't make it so. Hmmm that seems odd, isn't that the purpose of the email. Still relatively calm at this point, I dutifully listen to their explanations. Man from behind the curtain says he is pulling orders that were due for pick up at 3:00 that afternoon. It is now 10:13PM. Alec apologizes for the 4th time and disappeared for a moment to go 'look' for the item. I think he was gone just long enough to breath in a brown paper bag a few times, but I'm still liking Alec. He did at some point explain that I could come get it tomorrow. Normally, that would be annoying but workable. In this case, not an option. So, I explained to Alec my situation and asked him to cancel the order and refund the money since it was paid for. He explained that I would need to do that at Customer Service ( enter Jungle bird noises in the distance ) Nope, Alec, they're closed.
I requested assistance from a store manager at this point to request that a manager take care of it since Customer Service was closed. For reasons I didn't yet understand, Alec's brow became sweaty and he started twitching a little more. I assured him that he is doing a great job and I appreciate his help. Alec calls his boss. I can hear his bosses response to Alec. Already, in my mind, this dude is going to be an issue. Manager tells Alec, " tell 'customer' he can take care of cancelling it himself at Walmart.com, he can call Walmart.com or he can come back tomorrow. We can't return it until after it arrives in our system."
Alec gets off phone, not knowing I can hear both sides of conversation. To Alec's credit he repeated what his boss said while trying to tone down his bosses attitude. Instead of saying , " take care of it himself" Alec said, " he told me that you could try to cancel the order online ". Thanks for trying Alec, you are being a good guy, but I'm not letting your boss off the hook just yet.
I told Alec, Ya know, I really don't want to come back, and I don't want to risk this getting put on my account and then having to wait to get it taken off later. I really would like 'the manager' to come talk to me and take care of this problem and explain why my confirmation says its here. I'm smiling, I'm being polite, and Alec is just wishing I would go away. He called his boss back who then answers the phone with "WHAT?" .... Yep, I'm not gonna like this guy, but saga continues. Alec then explains that I don't want to take care of it myself, I want to talk to him. I can hear the guy sigh and I can sense the eyeroll that went with it. This dude knows I could hit cancel button and hope for the best but he also knows that I want to explain to him that there is a problem with his system. He knows his system is failed so he doesn't want to hear it ...... again ...... ( my assumptions ) But, he is going to hear it again. His boss says to Alec, " I will be up there when I can". Again, to Alec's credit, he toned that down and not knowing I could hear his boss told me, " he said he'd right up, but it might be a minute". Alec kept apologizing and getting more and more nervous. By now I knew it wasn't me making him nervous. I again told Alec I had no problem with him and he was doing a great job. After a few minutes past I asked Alec if it would be easier if I just went to his boss, if he knows where he is, I can just go get him. Alec assured me he had no idea, he was on the floor somewhere probably taking care of another customer. Not likely Alec, but you are a good man. Please stop pacing in circles Alec, you're creepin me out.
10:39PM Roger (Alec's boss) abruptly plows out from behind the curtain. Without making eye contact with me (on purpose) he brushes within inches of me (personal space violation) and approaches Alec, who I think just peed a little. Alec quickly and dutifully runs thru the entire conversation again, repeating that he told me the policy and told me that it wasn't in the system etc etc. At this point, all I want, and I attempted to explain this to Roger, is to understand why I have a confirmation that says it's available, yet it isn't, and to have Roger acknowledge that his system is broken and someone is trying to fix it so customers stop getting screwed. I also want assurance that the order is canceled ( doing it myself still an option, but it say REQUEST to cancel as in maybe so maybe not)
Roger then faces me, his full on 'tude strikes now.
I begin, ( still polite, but I'm struggling) by trying to show him the confirmation on my phone.
Me: it says here that this item, that I have paid for, is available for pick up at 8:20 today, so I wa....... ( interruption)
Roger: Those aren't correct.
Me: but, it says ..... (interruption)
Roger: It's a problem, a problem with Walmart.com, they aren't correct.
Me: ( yep, just lost it) So, your attempt to provide Customer Service is to tell me to take care of it myself.
Roger: (he just lost it too) It ALSO says right there you can cancel, if it hasn't shipped,
ME: has it shipped?
Roger: (non-verbal shrug)
Me: So, I want ....... (interruption)
Roger: you can call Walmart.com for..... (interruption)
Me: So, you're telling me you're useless !!
Roger: ( yep, he done); thanks for that ( he begins to storm off towards swinging doors of doom, slams doors open.
Me: So, you're just gonna let it go and pass the blame to ..... (an non living entity who can't respond, but that's too many words to attempt because I just got surprised)
Roger: ( non verbal, but as doors are closing , as he is sliding back into Oz, he "basically" flips me off)
Roger is now gone, back to hunt Pokemon I suppose, or back to the Bejeweled game we obviously
interrupted.
A couple of things, what does, 'basically' flips off look like. It's, well, the arm gesture and intention are clear, but its more of a European version as opposed to the single digit salute.
I hadn't as of yet been able to acquire Rogers name. Since Roger was not dressed in Walmart attire but rather an oxford button down and khaki slacks ( well, he's a guy, so ) so there was no name tag. Upon beginning to find my way out of the store I follow the sweat droplets on the floor back to Alec who is in electronics with a really nice lady. I thank Alec again, and ask for the managers name since he departed without sharing that information. Alec, a good man, a good company man, said he was new and didn't know his name. Really Alec, you called him on speed dial twice Alec....... However, the nice lady said, " his name is Roger and you should really call corporate at the 800 number"
As I began the process of going over Rogers head I began to notice something about Walmart. They make it very difficult to contact a human to discuss any issue. Phone numbers lead to phone trees which lead to imaginary people who don't get back to you. There is no place on line to email customer service and have it go to a person. I did find a little tab, eventually, that was entitled 'feedback'. This innocuous little button did lead to a place that allowed me to send a message to Walmart corp. However, there are two issues with the feedback button. First, it limits my complaint to 1000 characters. Second, right above the form, no lie, they tell you they will not respond to your feedback due to the high volume of messages. That in itself tells me, they know they have issues, and they will fix them if and when they feel like it but don't need meddlesome customers telling them whats wrong.
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Thursday, July 14, 2016
Friday, January 8, 2016
Kids today don't like the music from my generation. They say its not good, it's not any fun!! They just don't get it. I know every parent ( my daughter is 12 and I am 47) struggles with this, but I honestly believe I can make a case for the music I grew up with being vastly superior to the driveling of today's 'artists'. I mean, c'mon, we had Bohemian Rhapsody. We not only popularized the new musical style of rap, but we also fell in love with the new genre of the rock opera!! Our celebrities were flashy when flashy was cool, unlike Lady Ga-gag who is trying to bring back the mystic of overkilled outfits. Lady, you missed your mark by a few decades!! While I'm at it, anacondas belong to a guy named Sir, and you miss Nicki Minaj are just embarrassing yourself.
Again I'll use Bohemian Rhapsody as the example. It was written and produced by one guy, one GUY, ( Freddie Mercury). Beyoncé had 6 writers and 4 producers to put out 'run the world'. The song has like 9 words, 10 if you count 'the' as a word. Bohemian Rhapsody was, and is, fun, it tells a story, it creates visual imagery in your mind, it brings forth multiple emotions, it makes you think, it makes you happy, it makes you sing a long ...... The only thing 'run the world' creates is a bit of nausea and disappointment in the 2 minutes of my life I will never get back.
Our music was so cool we had bands whose name you had to say twice just because it was cool ( Duran Duran ) We had people who were so awesome, one name, not even a real first name, would become the only thing they would or could ever be known by ( Madonna ). We had Men Without Hats and Flocks of Seagulls. We learned that a Vegemite sandwich came from a land down under. We could dance if we wanted to. We all knew Jenny's number. You had your sharona and I had mine. We had both heavy metal and big hair. ( please catch the Blues Brothers reference there to 'both kinds') Cinderella had a flying piano instead of a glass slipper and Prince still had a name back then when he had a little red corvette and girlfriend named Nicki and Doves still cried. Girls used to just want to have fun and Talking Heads used to be burning down houses. Speaking of houses, ours used to be in the middle of our street. This generation thinks they invented gender bending, but that is because they don't remember Boy George.. now that's Karma.. By the way, when you say Hello, I think Lionel Richie, not Adele. We had stray cats who strutted, and anthems played by Lynyrd Skynyrd. We actually had a whole genre of rockabilly.
We had women who were beautiful and men who were too sexy for their shirts. We had a huge pool of talented people who could sing and perform, but not only that, due to the nature of the business and music video being the big push, they could act as well. If you think the music we grew up with wasn't fun, you've missed the allure of DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince.. Even the name was fun. Heck, we even had entire popular acts who never sang a word ( Millie Vanillie )
We had Vanilla Ice, Ice Cube and Ice-T. Speaking of sexy, we had Joan Jett, Pat Benetar, Bananarama, the Bangles, Bonnie Tyler even totally eclipsed my heart.
Today's music is just not as spectacular. The spectacle is missing. The flair is missing. The showmanship is missing. The absurdity is missing. The fun is missing!! Maybe, just maybe it's because I'm old. But those were simpler times. The music we grew up with was just superior in every way. It was more adventurous, more entertaining, it was of a higher skill level, it had deeper meaning. We wore our sunglasses at night and every girl was crazy about a sharp dressed man. Lola went from he to a she and then it was Hammer Time! We learned to walk this way and talk this way and we learned what it was like to be a wasted rock ranger. We learned that Mickey was so fine 99 balloons would actually luft. I guess every rose has its thorns, and Huey must have found his new drug but he isn't workin for a livin anymore. I wonder if Dire Straights is still getting money for nothin?
Oh well. As I sit here and type this, Steve Perry just came on the radio with one of those trade mark power ballads. As I sit here and cringe just a little, maybe this generation does have a point that the music of my youth does really suck.
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