30/08/2008
19/08/2008
Branching
I'm trying to branch out in the content I put up on the internet. I enjoy talking to and at people and have started doing very small 'undepth' reviews of programmes on the BBCiPlayer. I've also revamped (or devamped) my YouTube channel and started drawing seriously again.
R B Grange
R B Grange
18/08/2008
14/08/2008
11/08/2008
Yesturday
I had quite an interesting day yesterday, or two days ago, if I don't get this out until after twelve.
The think that sticks out the most was the fiasco at Morrison's. A woman who had purchased a bulk of several seperately items that all came in multipacks was paying by card. I too opt for this means of payment, as i like it is a, in the long run, speedier way of paying. That being said I do not have a 'grown-up' card, as people put it, but that is another topic. This woman who was directly in front of me in the cue, had in her company a boy, a girl and a young woman, all of whom helped her pack into the plastic bags needlessly provided, as she placed her card in the reader.
There was, of course, an error. Her card, for some reason, did not work. Unpeturbed by this she took another card out of her wallet, this was an orange card, this also did not work. The cashier, then told the woman that there was a faulty, and the cashier was told by the woman that there was not a problem. Now I don't like that sort of attitiude. You place your trust in the objects and people around. I have no idea how my debit card works, but, in the majority of cases, it does; now did this customer know more about the workings of the card and the till that the cashier? Would she being able to tell the cashier how she knew there was nothing wrong with the card?
Anyhow the three young people who run Morrison's were sent for. The guy, the short girl with curly black hair and the brown haired girl, and they came over to examine the problem. Becky, who had already paid for her shopping came over, but not before a jar of beetroot had been dropped next to me and clear up within minutes without leaving a stain. a new till was opened to process me and the other people in my cue, but first they tried to deal with the card woman, who still protested that her card did work. It did not and I decided to purchase my goods at another till.
I watched The Wicker Man and Jaws, the latter viewed in my new room on deck-chairs with Becky and Marcus.
R B Grange
The think that sticks out the most was the fiasco at Morrison's. A woman who had purchased a bulk of several seperately items that all came in multipacks was paying by card. I too opt for this means of payment, as i like it is a, in the long run, speedier way of paying. That being said I do not have a 'grown-up' card, as people put it, but that is another topic. This woman who was directly in front of me in the cue, had in her company a boy, a girl and a young woman, all of whom helped her pack into the plastic bags needlessly provided, as she placed her card in the reader.
There was, of course, an error. Her card, for some reason, did not work. Unpeturbed by this she took another card out of her wallet, this was an orange card, this also did not work. The cashier, then told the woman that there was a faulty, and the cashier was told by the woman that there was not a problem. Now I don't like that sort of attitiude. You place your trust in the objects and people around. I have no idea how my debit card works, but, in the majority of cases, it does; now did this customer know more about the workings of the card and the till that the cashier? Would she being able to tell the cashier how she knew there was nothing wrong with the card?
Anyhow the three young people who run Morrison's were sent for. The guy, the short girl with curly black hair and the brown haired girl, and they came over to examine the problem. Becky, who had already paid for her shopping came over, but not before a jar of beetroot had been dropped next to me and clear up within minutes without leaving a stain. a new till was opened to process me and the other people in my cue, but first they tried to deal with the card woman, who still protested that her card did work. It did not and I decided to purchase my goods at another till.
I watched The Wicker Man and Jaws, the latter viewed in my new room on deck-chairs with Becky and Marcus.
R B Grange
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