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May. 16th, 2007 12:01 amI've been waiting 12 days for my latest order of CDs from Plastic Head, despite everything on there being marked as 'dispatch immediately' both then and now; I bet a Certain Someone has vetoed my order! I've not had much better luck with Caiman via Amazon either, who sent me 2 out of 3 cds ok, never sent the 3rd which is now on back order (again after being marked as 'in stock' at the time) and a book they sent has disappeared entirely, though they have vowed to send another copy.
This is, of course, all being sent to my work address. If I had opted to send it to my home address then I'd never expect to see it. Horror stories of poor Royal Mail service continue to flood in from elsewhere;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lost_in_moose had a guy deliberately ignore a 'safe-place' instruction for a parcel yesterday, and the day before that work had a 'signature required' letter posted through the letterbox with no signature collected. This is what happens when an organisation is virtually unaccountable. Sorry to offend any decent and hard-working postmen, but the Nottingham division seems to be the most corrupt organisation I've ever known. I say corrupt rather than inept because it was apparent from my dealings with them that failure to meet customer expectations is down to a combination of deliberate disregard for rules and management nepotism, not to mention lying to the regulator when necessary. Oh well.
Work's busy at the moment, because my current task is a veritable Russian doll of complexity, each layer dealt with only to reveal another one beneath. There was some sort of regional industry event on this evening, which we were all invited to, but to be honest the idea of 'networking' for the sake of it sounds about as appealing as tiger-wrestling so I stayed back to get an extra hour's work done and to have a fun evening in with the Internet afterwards instead.
Speaking of the internet, it's interesting to see how it serves to highlight some interesting attitudes by letting them be pooled together in a single internet forum visible to many. On more than one occasion in recent months I've seen groups of people form, united by different grievances towards a person, group of people, or organisation. Such a group then gossips among itself, coming to several incorrect conclusions about the subject of their ire via confirmation bias, which then manifests itself in the form of confident yet rather uninformed posts on internet forums, backed up by their equally-wrongly informed friends. When rumour and gossip crosses the threshold into the public and semi-permanent domain of the web, the inaccuracies are laid embarrassingly bare. I quite like this phenomenon, as although I've had a few people say some ridiculous things about me over the last couple of years, when you pool it all into one place it's quickly obvious how mistaken/full of shit* they are.
There's probably some interesting commentary to be made on psychology, loyalty, and trust networks here, but it's 20 past midnight so I can't be bothered.
(*Delete according to charitability.)
This is, of course, all being sent to my work address. If I had opted to send it to my home address then I'd never expect to see it. Horror stories of poor Royal Mail service continue to flood in from elsewhere;
lost_in_moose had a guy deliberately ignore a 'safe-place' instruction for a parcel yesterday, and the day before that work had a 'signature required' letter posted through the letterbox with no signature collected. This is what happens when an organisation is virtually unaccountable. Sorry to offend any decent and hard-working postmen, but the Nottingham division seems to be the most corrupt organisation I've ever known. I say corrupt rather than inept because it was apparent from my dealings with them that failure to meet customer expectations is down to a combination of deliberate disregard for rules and management nepotism, not to mention lying to the regulator when necessary. Oh well.Work's busy at the moment, because my current task is a veritable Russian doll of complexity, each layer dealt with only to reveal another one beneath. There was some sort of regional industry event on this evening, which we were all invited to, but to be honest the idea of 'networking' for the sake of it sounds about as appealing as tiger-wrestling so I stayed back to get an extra hour's work done and to have a fun evening in with the Internet afterwards instead.
Speaking of the internet, it's interesting to see how it serves to highlight some interesting attitudes by letting them be pooled together in a single internet forum visible to many. On more than one occasion in recent months I've seen groups of people form, united by different grievances towards a person, group of people, or organisation. Such a group then gossips among itself, coming to several incorrect conclusions about the subject of their ire via confirmation bias, which then manifests itself in the form of confident yet rather uninformed posts on internet forums, backed up by their equally-wrongly informed friends. When rumour and gossip crosses the threshold into the public and semi-permanent domain of the web, the inaccuracies are laid embarrassingly bare. I quite like this phenomenon, as although I've had a few people say some ridiculous things about me over the last couple of years, when you pool it all into one place it's quickly obvious how mistaken/full of shit* they are.
There's probably some interesting commentary to be made on psychology, loyalty, and trust networks here, but it's 20 past midnight so I can't be bothered.
(*Delete according to charitability.)
