canyonwalker: Uh-oh, physics (Wile E. Coyote)
Phoenix Getaway travelog #14
Retrospective

Our relaxing weekend in Phoenix last week Saturday through Tuesday was enjoyable. We didn't get out for the hiking we'd originally intended. Hawk's broken less than a week earlier put the kibosh on that. But just taking it easy at the resorts with the splashy pools for 3-4 days was more fun that I thought. Here's the sad thing, though. For one of those splashy resorts, an old favorite, our visit there last week may have been our last hurrah with them, forever.

The Hilton Resort at the Peak has been going downhill for several years. We've noticed the compounding effects of deferred maintenance on return visits year after year. The facilities have all been getting older and parts of them haven't been kept up. For example, I haven't seen the swim-up pool bars open in several years. And the rot on their window frames shows management has simply let them go. This trip the hot tubs were broken, too. One's heater was busted, the other's jets were busted.

One of the hotel's two wings was closed on this visit. I knew that when I booked our stay several weeks ago as the rooms in that wing were all marked unavailable. Hooray for renovations, right? The place would certainly benefit from an update. And once that wing is open— which might be within a few weeks— they're closing down the other wing, the one we stayed in, for renovations. I allowed a certain about of forbearance on things like the busted hot tubs and the long-closed pool bar, figuring they'll fix those in the imminent renovation.

The renovation had drawbacks, though. Perhaps because they only have half the rooms to rent, or perhaps because the reno— or the property's declining state— is scaring guests away, they had shorter hours on various things in the water park. "We can't afford the staff right now," one manager told me. I repeated that phrase to another manager when we checked out on Tuesday. "If you can't afford to staff the facilities, I don't like that I was asked to pay full price for them."

To his credit, the manager I spoke to at checkout acknowledged the problem and gave us a discount on the bill. I was ready for them to put up a fight about that and had prepared my arguments, but the manager offered the discount immediately. His quick agreement told me he gets such complaints a lot.

With the good service recovery I would be willing to try the hotel again once renovations are complete. As I was discussing the plan of those renovations with the manager, though, it became unclear whether we'll want to stay at the renovated hotel.

It sounds like the owners are trying to push the property more upscale, with fewer splashy pool and more posh event spaces, like for weddings and company sales meetings. The property moving a bit upscale per se wouldn't bother us; especially as it's become rough around the edges in so many places through deferred maintenance. But we like the splashy pools! Nicer rooms with fewer pools is not a tradeoff we'd appreciate. And it looks like the rates will being going up, too. Fewer pools and substantially higher prices is definitely not a combo we'd return for.

So it seems like the Hilton Phoenix Resort might have to drop off our list of places to return to every year or two. That's sad because we've been going for over 12 years now! At least there's another splashy-pools resort in Phoenix we've found. It's actually got a slightly better water park... though it's always more expensive. This trip, for example, it would've cost us $150/night more to stay there than the Hilton. I'm not sure if that's worth it.

canyonwalker: Uh-oh, physics (Wile E. Coyote)
There's a meme that when you were a kid, getting to eat at McDonald's was a treat; but now, as an adult, it's a fail. I was reminded of that last night when I ate at a McDonald's. It was my first time eating at one in over a year, I think. And it reminded me why I eat there less than once a year now.

First, a brief stroll down memory lane. When I was a kid, a family visit to McDonald's once every week or two was a treat. There were actually other fast food restaurants I liked better, but while I grumbled I never said "No" to the golden arches.

When I turned 17 and was more able to choose where to dine— as I was more often doing it on my own and not on my parents' dime— I steered away from McDonald's because of their racist advertising and their ability to rot the brains of my friends and all my younger sisters. Just mention the word "McDonald's" in a conversation, and they'd break out in song with one of the advertising jingles. It was like kids had been turned into  kids those dolls with a string on their back you could pull to make them say a recorded line. Or Pavlov's dogs slobbering at the chime of a bell.

But it wasn't all fast food I was frustrated about, just McDonald's. My last two years of college, for example, there was a Wendy's near my house that I ate at a few times a week. So the meme of then-vs-now still holds when read as "Going to a fast food restaurant" vs. specifically "Going to McDonald's."

But there's also an aspect to the then-vs-now comparison in which McDonald's, specifically, is a fail. I experienced that when I ate at one last night.

Put simply, McDonald's in nowhere near as enjoyable as it used to be. The food just isn't as good. The meat patties in the burgers look and taste like what school lunch cafeteria burgers used to be. Their look and texture both scream "filler", and the texture and taste both say "Cooked somewhere else, then reheated here."

The ordering experience is a fail, too. McDonald's steers customers heavily to ordering via computerized kiosks instead of from a human. I wrote a few years ago about how frustrating using McDonald's ordering kiosks is. Four years later it hasn't improved any. In fact it's gotten subjectively worse because now there's the concern the company is applying AI to manipulate the choices and prices presented to us in the menu to get us to spend more.

Finally, the whole customer experience at McDonald's is irritating— if you're savvy to the signs of cost-cutting. The ordering kiosks are one element of it. McDonald's wants to be able to staff fewer people relative to the number of orders, and eliminate the need for training humans to handle the complexity of taking orders from customers.

Then there's the recent removal of the self-serve soda fountains. Years ago they became commonplace as fast food restaurants sought to eliminate one of the tasks that took up employees' time. Now corporate has decided that self-serve refills let people drink too much, so they've moved it back behind the counter— where, BTW, drink filling is now completely automated. An employee just presses one button and everything— new cup, ice, filled with soda— is done by a robot.

The final insult is the signs in the dining room informing customers that there's a 20 minute limit to eat our food and get out. I know, this is a case of we-can't-have-nice-things because a small number of bad actors wrecked it for the rest of us. Like, I imagine corporate felt there were too many people buying a $1 cup of coffee and camping out at a table for 4 hours slurping up unlimited self-serve refills. But, gosh, what if I have an hour for my lunch break and would like to spend 40 minutes not just eating my food slowly but also relaxing while I read news and social media for a bit before returning to work. Lingering just a bit over lunch, when my schedule permits, has always been one of my little pleasures. Now the Man is warning me, "Don't make me tap the sign!"

canyonwalker: Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. Travel! (planes trains and automobiles)
Oregon Cascades Travelog #6
Bend, OR - Wed, 2 Jul 2025, 8am

We're trying something kind of new for us on this trip. We're staying at Days Inn. Actually we're staying at two of them. Monday night we stayed at the Days Inn in Klamath Falls— yes, the one with the tweaker and possible drug dealer loitering in the parking lot at midnight— and last night and for the next few nights we're staying at the Days Inn in Bend.

What's the deal with Days Inn being "kind of new" for us? One thing is that I haven't been collecting points or elite status with its parent company, Wyndham. I have points and status with Marriott, Hilton, and IHG. I also have points with Best Western and Choice hotels— leftovers from scattered visits in the past— but not elite status. But really it's the reason why I don't have points or status with Wyndham that counts. Wyndham has a bunch of lower end hotel brands, and I've found them too hit-or-miss to want to stay at.

Logo for Days Inn by Wyndham hotelsThe Days Inn brand in particular has had a couple of misses for me. One amusing one is that when I booked a Days Inn about 15 years ago— yes, that's the most recent time before this week I stayed with this brand— the hotel turned out to have a cobbled-together collection of mismatching furniture in every room. I knew that because the manager let me visit several rooms when I arrived and pick the one I liked best. Different beds, different sofas and chairs, different dressers and night stands.... Every room was unique— and not in a good way!

But that experience is merely amusing. The one that's frustrating happened a few years before that, when Hawk and I stayed at a Days Inn near Yellowstone National Park. The room was terrible. It was dark like a cave (the "window" opened into a hallway that had been enclosed), the sheets on the bed were dirty, and the carpet was wet. Like, it went squish-squish-squish as we walked across the floor. 🤮

The problem went beyond just one bad room or a few bad rooms. The hotel also fell way short on service recovery. When I brought these issues to the manager and requested another room, they told me the only rooms with better windows and better carpet were upgrades and I'd have to pay to switch to one of them. I decided immediately that if I was paying to switch I'd pay to switch to a whole better hotel. I walked out. I have spend over 2,000 nights in hotels since then, and that Days Inn is one of only 2 times I've chosen to walk out.

So, how have these two recent Days Inn experiences been? Thankfully they've been way better than either of those previous two! The Klamath Falls hotel was a decent one, for a budget hotel. The exterior was drab but the interiors had been redone recently. And it had a pool and a hot tub... not that I had time to use them.

The Bend hotel also looks dowdy on the outside, like a relic motor lodge from the 1970s. Inside it's also more modern... but still, there's no mistaking it for anything but a budget motel. And the floor here does go squish-squish when I walk on it.... That's not because the carpet's soaked but because the vinyl wood-like flooring (there's no carpet) likely has a cushioning underneath that was cheaply installed.

We've got 4 nights at the Days Inn here in Bend. I'll share more thoughts as this stay progresses. So far it looks like we'll actually stay here all 4 nights! 🤣

canyonwalker: Cheers! (wine tasting)
Italy Travelog #27
Chia, Sardinia - Friday, 30 May 2025, 8:30pm

This evening we sat for an elegant dinner at one of the resort's restaurants. We weren't planning on it originally, but after the oopsie at breakfast this morning the restaurant manager offered to comp us dinner.

Sitting for an elegant dinner at the Conrad Chia Sardinia (May 2025)

At 7pm, the earlier reservation available as that's when the restaurant opens for dinner— restaurants in Italy generally only start serving dinner at 7 or even 7:30pm— the weather was still warm, so we opted to sit out on the terrazza. The view was lovely. Though we still had to stand up and crane our necks to see the beach in the distance. 😅

Hawk ordered a dish of spaghetti while I ordered grilled duck. We shared an appetizer of hummus— "Just one?" the waitress asked, bordering on snidely— and a side dish of roasted potatoes.

Dinner at the resort: duck with chocolate sauce?! (May 2025)

The duck arrived artfully prepared on a plate with some kind of stacked scalloped potato and either kale or spinach or something else similar. It tasted kind of like kale in that it tasted like spinach but not as good. 😅 And it was served with a chocolate sauce. Yes, that's chocolate sauce you can see on my plate in the photo above. It's a strange choice on the part of the chef, IMO. While it didn't go poorly with the duck it also didn't strike me as, "OMG, why haven't I ever had this pairing before?"

Dessert was a case of "WTF?" customer service. Every item on the dessert menu seemed to have chocolate in it. Hawk, who can't eat chocolate (it gives her stomach problems), asked if any of the desserts could be prepared without chocolate. The waitress initially said no but then, apparently because she wasn't sure about what Hawk was asking given language differences, brought out her manager. The manager was kind of combative about what was in the food, so Hawk said No to dessert. Forcefully.

The manager then, showing that she actually was combative, brought out a dessert anyway and starting pointing out things about it. The manager and the waitress both had agitated tones of voice and body language that conveyed, "We can't believe you're so rude as to not want our dessert." Hawk practically shouted at them, "I said No three times already!"

The total was €99, all comped. Although that's more than we almost ever spend on ourselves for dinner, these are resort prices. We left only modestly full. If we'd eaten our fill the bill would've been at least €150, and if we'd had two glasses of wine apiece (instead of just me and just one glass) it would've been over 200. Of course, even if dinner wasn't comped by the restaurant it would've been at least partly covered by my company's club stipend.

Alas, our reason for eating cheap at this pricey restaurant wasn't being cheap. It was that there was only 1 entree on the menu that Hawk could eat. Then there was the WTF antagonism from the staff about dessert. That left Hawk seething and made me uninterested in ordering anything for dessert myself, even a second glass of wine. We're past the point in life where we'll eat more food just because it's free.

canyonwalker: Y U No Listen? (Y U No Listen?)
Italy Travelog #19½
Chia, Sardinia - Wednesday, 28 May 2025, 2pm

Oops, this blog got lost in my backlog. I'll post it now, slightly out of order. Wednesday after our cave tour at Grotto Is Zuddas we were taken to a restaurant a few miles from the hotel where we were promised cibo tipico, typical (local) food. Local cuisine, according to two people I heard from earlier in the day and yesterday, surprisingly is not heavy on fish. That's surprising because Sardinia is an island so it's, well, surrounded by fish. But recall that historically, residents never settled close to the coast because of frequent raids by pirates and foreign powers. So it was a bit surprising when we sat down to a preselected menu that was all fish.

The all-fish thing was even more surprising because two people in our group of 8 had specified "no fish" on the planning form asking for dietary restrictions. Oh, and 1 needed gluten-free... and the menu was all fish and pasta.

Obviously something broke in the chain of communication from us to the organizer to the restaurant. But to make it worse, the restaurant had difficulty understanding why anything was wrong even when we communicated it repeatedly. I've read that food allergies are poorly understood/unappreciated in European countries relative to the US. I mean, there are still plenty of people in the US who think food allergies are bullshit but they seem to be a minority now, and restaurants pretty much all know how to handle dietary restrictions. It was morbidly interesting to see this play out in real life. The restaurants staff just didn't get it.

The first challenge we had to overcome was English-to-Italian. Only one staff member, the manager, acknowledged speaking any English. Next, the manager, when confronted with news the food allergies, initially was combative. He told us that the menu was already chosen and the food was already prepared.

We pushed back, noting that, "Hey, you're a restaurant, you must have other food you can serve us instead." After some discussion their counter-offer was pork chops instead of seafood. That worked for one of our no-seafood group members, but not Hawk— whose dietary restriction list began with "no pork, no seafood". Obviously they hadn't gotten that memo. Or they decided it was just bullshit from childish picky eaters who need to be taught the two options at the dinner table are "take it or leave it".

There was also the gluten-free issue to resolve. The restaurant did have gluten-free pasta, it turned out. Or at least a different-shaped pasta they said was gluten free. I'm skeptical about that because I watched the waiters scooping food from one plate to another and back again. If you know anything about food allergies, you know that transferring items from one plate to another with common utensils is a no-no. Upon seeing that I lost all trust in the restaurant's ability to take our needs seriously and advised anyone with allergies not to eat.

Somehow Hawk did have an allergic reaction. I think they served all of us half plates of gluten-free pasta. It was hard to tell what it really was. Regardless, something in the pasta or sauce triggered an allergic reaction for Hawk. Fortunately it was a mild one that she was able to treat by taking a Benadryl pill. But actually getting ill from the food at the table put the final nail in the coffin of having any enjoyment at the restaurant.
canyonwalker: Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. Travel! (planes trains and automobiles)
Georgia Travelog #9
SAV Airport - Thursday, 10 Apr 2025, 9am

This morning I went back and tried it again. Renting a car at Savannah airport, that is. Recall that my attempt to rent a car there on Saturday was a complete clusterfuck. Well, I didn't try the same company again. The way Avis's operation was so awful, it struck me that awful is their normal. Plus, a slew of one-star reviews on Yelp, many citing wait times of multiple hours, solidified my impression that clusterfuckery is their SOP. Thus for this morning I reserved a rental car with Alamo instead.

Alamo was night-and-day better than Avis. I was a tad worried when the Alamo rental counter was closed and directed customers over to Enterprise, their parent company. There were a few people in front of me in line— vastly fewer than the 30 or so in line at Avis Saturday afternoon— and the agents were working the line quickly.

The moment of truth came when the agent had me sign the contract and handed me the paperwork. "Go out those doors," she said, motioning to the doors right next to us, "And hand your paperwork to the person at the first kiosk. They'll show you to your car."

TA-DA!

Now why is that so fucking hard for a major car rental agency to do? Avis, I'm talking to you.

Better yet, the car Alamo offered me— actually, my choice amongst three— seems pretty nice, a Mazda CX-50. I picked it because it's got heated seats, which should make the next 3 days of travel a lot easier on Hawk.

canyonwalker: wiseguy (Default)
Enshittification is coming to fast food restaurants. The term coined to describe an unfortunate trend in online services and social media platforms certainly applies to other businesses as well. Anytime a business worsens its customer experience and also harms employee conditions or advertisers' value in pursuit of greater profits, it's enshittification.

I was reminded of the latest front in restaurant enshittification when I visited a local fast food restaurant yesterday. It had been closed for renovations for a few weeks. The way the windows were all papered over with only a vague "CLOSED" banner displayed, I was concerned it had gone out of business. But it reopened... and the only renovation I could spot, other than a fresh, more garish coat of paint on the outside, was the replacement of traditional cash registers with ordering kiosks.

Cashiers replaced with ordering kiosks at a fast food restaurant (Mar 2025)

In fact now there is no line to order from a human at this restaurant. But that didn't stop the majority of the customers from calling one of the employees over— the one whom I recognize from past visits as the primary cashier— to enter their orders because they couldn't figure out how to use the kiosks.

Replacing human cashiers with ordering kiosks is not new. I first saw it in a US fast food restaurant about 10 years ago. It's only in recent years, perhaps spurred on by pandemic-driven changes, that I've seen it become widespread. Yesterday's encounter was just the latest example... and the crummy experience I saw most customers— plus a few of the staff— having reminded me why it's enshittification.

I've been using self-serve kiosks in some places for a while now without much trouble. For example, I've accepted self-checkout at Safeway for years already. I can scan my groceries quickly there, and I like the fact that I can see the cost for each item appear clearly on the screen as I go. That's important because I'm a discount shopper, and Safeway has moved to a pricing model where regular prices are inflated and things are often only worth buying when they're on sale. Oh, but you have to be a member, enter your membership number, and have selected the digital coupon in the app before checkout to get the best price. So, in a sense what happened is that Safeway enshittified their pricing, and self-checkout helps mitigate the frustration with that. 😡

This restaurant's use of kiosks enshittifies the customer experience for many because the kiosks are just too hard to navigate. To order food you have to understand where what you want might appear in a hierarchical menu. At the top level there are too many choices: "Meals", "Chicken", "Burritos", "Specials", etc. What if you want a chicken burrito meal; which sub-menu is that in? What if you don't know what you want?  I was successful with my order because I did know exactly what I want. Though as I noted with a McDonald's ordering kiosk a few years ago, punching tons of on-screen prompts takes at least 5x as long as ordering from an even modestly trained human employee. And more than half of the customers around me yesterday gave up and demanded human help.

BTW, don't assume that customers who give up and demand human help equates to "Boomers can't handle technology". Yeah, the two Boomers in the restaurant refused to use the kiosks... loudly. 😅 But also refusing to use them were a variety of Gen X and Millennial aged adults. I think one issue might be that even though the kiosks can display options in both English and Spanish at this restaurant, many of the clientele are construction laborers (obvious because they drive up in work trucks and wear work clothes) who might be functionally illiterate. Asking adults to use computers is tough when they may have a 4th grade education or less.

canyonwalker: WTF? (wtf?)
I saw an interesting article in my newsfeed yesterday, "Gen Z Doesn't Know How to Act in Bars." I'm always curious to read the latest in how older generations are scorning the young. And this article was published by Vox, which has a strong reputation for insightful explanatory journalism. Perhaps this article would go beyond superficial scoffing, I thought, and show whether there's really a there there. Well, it did, and it didn't.

First, let me summarize the complaints, according to the article, about how Gen Z acts incorrectly in bars:

  • Gen Z closes out their bills each round, instead of leaving a tab open for the evening, making more work for the bartender. Yes, this really is the primary complaint; the article even states that explicitly. ...Which makes me wonder who wrote this, an overworked bartender?

  • In a group of Gen Zs, not everybody will order a drink. ...Again, what sources were used for writing this article?

  • Gen Z groups are more interested in socializing with the friends they came with than chatting up the bartender. ...Seriously?

  • Gen Z groups stay a long time without drinking the whole time. ...Are you sensing a pattern here?

The author shows a moment of self-awareness about the rubbish she's spreading. Before presenting the above complaints she writes:

"Obviously, it’s incredibly satisfying to point out how a person — or, even better, a whole group of people — does something wrong. It’s even more fulfilling to be able to signal a divide, a marker that, for objective scientific reasons, you could never be implicated in this type of chaotic discordance. Look at this worse person — who is nothing like me — move through the universe, incorrectly!"
You could plausibly argue that this foreward to the complaints— which, taken together, all sound like they come from impatient bartenders who wish customers would just pay and get out— invites us to scoff at them and dismiss them. Indeed, for some of us, like me, it does. I love her little passage about thinking ourselves better than others. But in a published work I believe you've got to evaluate the content by its mass. When an essay is 98% complaints and 2% one trenchant little paragraph about how, maybe, the complaints aren't valid, most people— maybe even, say, 98%— are going to take away the 98% as the message.

What's wrong with the complaints in the article, by the way? Here are Five Things. And remember, I'm two generations older than Gen Z.

1. Closing out the bill each round sounds like a store problem, not a customer problem. Seriously, easy and fast payment system exist. Stop being cheapskates and replace your early-2000s technology. Don't tell me you can't afford to upgrade when you sell $1.50 bottles of beer for $10+ each.

2. Yeah, not everybody orders a drink. Deal with it. It was like that 25-30 years ago when I was a regular bar patron, too.

3. Is it because your service sucks? One big reason not everybody among my friends 25-30 years ago ordered drinks was shit service. At a pub I met friends at every week, most stopped ordering food and drink because table service became so erratic. That was one particular establishment, but in general service levels are way weaker today than they were back in the late 1990s.

4. People order fewer drinks because they're expensive. Even as a Gen Xer I order way fewer drinks in bars and food-and-bar establishments now than in the past because they've just so darn expensive. At $10+ for a beer and $15+ for a cocktail I just can't enjoy them much anymore. Plus, if had the weaker finances of a 20-something I certainly wouldn't be downing a lot of $15+ mixed drinks!

5. People linger over drinks. That's how bars have always worked. The thing that's most ridiculous about this article is the bartenders' repeated preference that people just order drinks as long as they're there, then leave. And that's just so many kinds of wrong. To name just two: A, it was never like that. B, do you really expect people to buy a drink and leave— they could buy that $10 beer for $2 at the grocery store if that's all they wanted— or to get soused on multiple rounds of drinks if they stay for a few hours? These bartenders seem like the worst of the doesn't-know-how-to-socialize stereotype typically thrust on Gen Z.
canyonwalker: Y U No Listen? (Y U No Listen?)
Our new iPhone 16 Pro phones were delivered Wednesday afternoon. They told us it'd take a few weeks, but then the phones shipped in 3 days. Woohoo, fast delivery, amiright? Ah, but then came the fun part. We'd physically gotten the phones but we still had to get them to work.

Years ago when we bought new phones we'd go to the Verizon store (or AT&T store), get phones there, and they'd get them all set up for us in a matter of, like, 10 minutes. Now it's self service. And it doesn't work.

Hawk started her phone migration Wednesday night. I held off, figuring I'd watch her go through the process and learn if there were avoidable gotchas. (Narrator's voice: There were gotchas, but they were not avoidable.)

First, copying the data from old phone to new via Bluetooth/wifi was slow. Then, it failed. The phones flashed up a toll-free number and said you'd need to call for help.

Then, here's the funny thing. You can't call in for help on your phone. On either of your phones. You have to use a third phone, borrowed from someone else, to call. Because the transfer process borks your old phone before thew new phone is usable.

Hawk spent at least an hour on the phone— on my phone—working through the problems with her phones. In the end they got it work. But wow, what a shit show compared to the old way of employees in the store being to set this up in 10 minutes while you wait.

Oh, but it gets worse. I started my upgrade on Thursday morning. The "automated", "self serve" upgrade process predictably failed. I wrestled with multiple calls to customer support for three fucking hours trying to get it resolved. After 3 hours I had the data transferred to the new phone but not the service transferred. I paused the process at that point because I couldn't keep fucking with my phone all day; I had a job I needed to do. At least at that point my old phone was still working, so I figured I'd cut my losses and leave it at that for a while.

I came back to the transfer process this morning, almost 48 hours later. It took another 4 calls and a few more hours. Plus a span of about 2 hours in the middle when both phones were borked. I decided, Fuck it, I want lunch and I can do it without a phone.

What a fucking mess.

This is far and away the worst experience I've ever had updating an iPhone to a newer iPhone. ...And yes, I've done it before. Several times. This was literally 10x the time, effort, and frustration of any other upgrade experience I've had.


canyonwalker: Y U No Listen? (Y U No Listen?)
A few weeks ago I blogged "Sure, Cancel my 7am Meeting... at 7:05am" about, well, the title. It happened again today.

We had a 7am meeting, a customer presentation, which I was asked to attend as of yesterday afternoon because, apparently, it's super important. So again, today, I woke up early to get camera-ready to present at an early meeting.

A few minutes after 7 the first customer joined. He was calling in, while traveling—so he was unable to see any of the presentation and demo. And then he informed us that the whole rest of his team was called away to fix an urgent problem on their side. He urged us to give the demo anyway, using the meeting as a recording the rest of his team could watch later.

Thankfully my teammate who's taking the technical lead on this project put his foot down on that request. It would be stupid to create a recording of a customized demo for people to watch, whenever, maybe, if they remember, if they feel like it. Instead the demo should include the right stakeholders, interactively, so we can ensure their concerns are addressed and validate their feedback.

While my colleague was negotiating with the customer at 7:10am about when/how to reschedule the call I was already blowing up my boss's Slack with messages about how this is getting ridiculous. This is now the second time this has happened— with the same customer. And not only that, but our regional sales VP for some reason decided this meeting was so important that we had 4 people from my functional team (sales engineers) attending... plus a VP engineering from our product org. From a staffing perspective this was a super expensive meeting for my company. A super expensive meeting with zero value because the customer is not committed. We're throwing the whole varsity team at them to win the sales, while I believe they're just tire kickers.

I wish there were a penalty box I was allowed to put customers in for blowing off meetings. Like, if you demand a meeting that's outside my normal work hours, and I agree to accommodate because I'm working with you in good faith, and then you leave me standing there alone only to cancel 5-10 minutes after it started, you don't get to do that again. You can have your next meeting at a time that's convenient for me. And if you abuse my good will twice, you definitely don't deserve further good will from me.

Unfortunately it doesn't work that way in most places in sales. Most managers in sales are completely spineless in front of customers. Customers abuse us and then whine we're dragging our feet to serve them? Management amplifies their concerns because, gasp, they might pay us money in the future. Except tire-kickers are not likely to do that.

It's sad that so many sales managers are spineless because having a spine in this situation is literally one of their important jobs. Sales managers are supposed to ensure their team is putting effort in the right places to maximize revenue subject to the real-world constraint that there isn't time to do everything for everybody. A sales manager who thinks that staff time just grows on trees is counterproductive to sales.

Bonus meeting dipshittery: at 11:23am today a customer messaged us, "Is this meeting still going on?"... for a meeting that started at 11am. Several of us from my company were on the call. We gave up at 11:15 after all customer invitees no-showed. It's like, dude, we're not going to sit around for 23 minutes in a 30 minute call just in case you mosey in at the end.


canyonwalker: wiseguy (Default)
Several days ago Hawk and I visited a popular ice cream shop on our way home from a day of hiking. It was a warm evening at around 7pm after a very hot day; an ideal time to visit a great ice cream place. Other folks obviously thought so, too, because the restaurant was crowded. There was a whole girls' soccer team in line in front of us at the ice cream counter, not to mention various people standing in the lobby waiting for tables for dinner service.

Just as we'd gotten to the front of the line for ice cream and were "next" to place our orders, a guy walks in the front door and sashays up to the check-out register. After having looked around at all the people standing/sitting in the lobby he loudly asks at the (empty) register, "Is this where I order ice cream?"

One of the ice cream employees, seeing someone at the cash register, walked up to help him. The man repeated his inquiry: He'd like to order ice cream, and wonders if this is where he starts. Like the 10 or so of us in line at the ice cream counter (people had come in after us while the soccer team was ordering and paying) were just standing around for the fun of it. And worse, the tired and overworked employee agreed to take his order— letting him completely cut the line of people who were waiting patiently.

"Excuse me," Hawk called out. Then louder, to get his attention. "EXCUSE ME! The line's over here."

The customer feigned surprise. "Oh, there's a line?"

"Yes, it's behind us," Hawk pointed out.

"And everyone else who's waiting," I added.

The guy looked at the line again and left.

It pisses me off that some people play stupid games like this, feigning ignorance when it's pretty obvious they know damn well they're angling to cheat the unwritten rules.

It also pisses me off that the employees were about to let him get away with that. Employees wanting to avoid conflict, I understand. I get the mindset. But employees have to stick up for the obvious unwritten rules. Like, No, you can't just push your way to the front of the line and be served first.

And from the employees' perspective it doesn't have to be conflict. It's not conflict if they address it promptly and correctly the first time. A simple, nonthreatening answer like, "Great, and welcome in, sir! The line for ice cream is over here [pointing] to the right," nips it in the bud.
canyonwalker: Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. Travel! (planes trains and automobiles)
Alaska Travelog #15
Seward - Sun, 16 Jun 2024, 8:30pm

We got back from our day-long cruise to Kenai Fjords to an unpleasant surprise. Our car battery was dead. Well, not our car but our rental car. I'd thought the battery seemed weak the past two days when the starter motor seemed to turn sluggishly. Now it was completely dead— no lights, nothing.

If this were our car, we'd call AAA and be confident of what'd happen next. It's for situations like this that we've paid for AAA membership for over 25 years. But this was a rental car, so I called the rental company's roadside assistance hotline.

Avis was a complete waste of time. Long story short, I had to make two calls to them. Each took about 20 minutes. And at the end of nearly 45 minutes I had nothing. I'd have had to make a third call to get help.

  • The first agent couldn't even find our contract. I hung up on him when it was obvious he hadn't figured out, yet wouldn't admit he hadn't figured it out, and also told me there'd be a penalty fee for them sending out a truck to jump-start the battery. "You're going to charge me extra for your busted car?" I shouted. "I'm the one losing my weekend to your busted car, you should be paying me!"
  • The call with the second Avis agent started better— he at least was able to find my contract in the system, recognizing that Alaska has different ID numbers than the rest of the US— but after 20 minutes realized that he wouldn't be able to dispatch a truck anywhere in Alaska. Why couldn't that have been established in the first minute, when I clearly told him this was an Alaska rental and I was in Alaska?
  • Also, the second agent confirmed that if, if, he were able to dispatch a tow truck to help me, I'd still have to pay a penalty fee for their dead battery. He at least had been supportive up until that point so I politely told him how offensive I find that policy and hung up gently.

Meanwhile Hawk had already called AAA for a jump-start. I'd asked her to call on her phone as a Plan B after the first failed attempt with Avis.

Car trouble in Alaska... and the rental company couldn't/wouldn't help 😡 (Jun 2024)

The tow truck dispatched by AAA arrived about an hour after Hawk started her call. That's not the fastest help we've ever gotten, but it's good that AAA at least had a contract with a company in Seward, as opposed to somewhere an hour or more away. We passed the time in the car reading news and stuff on our phones. We were parked legally in a parking lot, so among all the places we've ever experienced car trouble, it was one of the least concerning overall. It was just annoying that this happened on vacation and when we were hungry to go get dinner then relax in our hotel room. And for a Sunday evening at dinnertime, an hour wait seems reasonable. The driver even pulled up with what seemed like half his family in the truck with him. 😂

The driver jumped the car. It took a few tries with the ignition to get the engine to catch. The tow driver was unfazed and kept at it. The car came to life. "Keep it running for 20-30 minutes to make sure the battery's recharged," he advised. So we drove around town figuring out where to eat. And Hawk went shopping in a gift shop while I parked outside with the engine running.



canyonwalker: Hangin' in a hammock (life's a beach)
Los Cabos Travelog #12
Viceroy San Jose del Cabo - Mon, 6 May 2024, 4pm

Today around lunchtime we headed back to San Jose... but not the one near our home. Now we're in San Jose del Cabo, Baja California Sur, MX instead of San Jose, California, US. This is officially the club part of our club trip. The next 3 nights at the Viceroy hotel in San Jose BCS are being paid for by my company.

In a previous blog I wrote about what I saw as the difference between 4.5 and 5 star hotels based on the distinctive service at the Waldorf Astoria. By that rubric the Viceroy is at hest a 4.5 star hotel. The rooms may be nice— though we wouldn't know, because we haven't been assigned a room yet— but other than that it's just a normal, large hotel. When we arrived the lobby was busy with people checking in, and we had to wait. At the Waldorf there was never a line, for anything. There were always enough staff on hand to greet us immediately.

Looking across the water-court at the Viceroy hotel, San Jose del Cabo (May 2024)

Like I said, our room wasn't ready yet when we arrived, so we left our luggage with the bellmen and grabbed our beach bag to head down to the pools and the beach. The pools and beach are out across this... water court, I'll call it for lack of a better term... and then down a few levels. Descending those levels on ramps feels like leaving the Ziggurat.

We staked out a couple of beach chairs and put on suntan lotion. We headed first for the surf. That was mostly a no-go as the waves were pounding too hard to want to go in deeper than our knees. And Brr, the water was cold! Oh, and the sand was rough, too. It hurt my bare feet to walk across it. We retreated to our beach chairs and ordered lunch from the beach-side cafe.

Lunch was... edible. I.e;, it was bland Mexican food. And overpriced, though not $133-for-two-people bougie.

After eating we hung out at the pool for a while. Many of my colleagues were there. Some of them were already pretty well liquored up even at 2pm. Ah, day-drinking. It's a younger man's sport.



Around 3 we headed back up to the lobby to see if our room was ready yet. It was. They just hadn't texted me like they said they would. We went to the room, started to unpack, then thought to make walk-through videos like the one above. 😅 And it's not just for showing off. Making and narrating a short video like this is a great way to remember things months or years later. I'm trying to remember to make short videos more often of cool places I go.

canyonwalker: Hangin' in a hammock (life's a beach)
Los Cabos Travelog #10
Waldorf Astoria Los Cabos - Mon, 6 May 2024, 7am

Yesterday was our last evening and now it's our last morning at the lovely Waldorf Astoria Los Cabos. Once again I'm spending the morning lounging on our terraza with a private pool, finding little reason to leave our amazing hotel room.

The Waldorf continues to impress us with its service. I've stayed at 4.5-star rated hotels before. Many of them have been nice, but they were basically just huge hotels with nice rooms. I'm not sure if this hotel is rated 5 stars but if it is, the thing that separates 5 star hotels from those with merely 4.5 stars is the service. Everything here has felt so personalized. When we arrived, we felt like we were the only people arriving. There was no line at check-in in the lobby. There wasn't even a lobby. There was an outdoors lounge, where we were escorted with our drinks in hand, where a registration agent sat down with us at a private table to explain the paperwork.

Then there's this....

The Waldorf Astoria left a card for Hawk... on our toy stuffed hawk! (May 2024)

When we returned from dinner out last night, the hotel had left a card for Hawk in our room. No, they didn't give us the stuffed hawk; that's a toy we brought because it amuses us to travel with it. But the hotel did put the note— addressed to "Ms. Hawk"— on the hawk. 🤣

The staff's continued use of her preferred name is just one example of the hotel's distinctive customer service.

Edit: "Hawk is retiring" is the answer I gave to the concierge after he asked me several times ahead of our visit if we were celebrating anything special this trip. "We're celebrating coming to this hotel" seemed to be a silly answer even if it was the most accurate, so I went with Hawk's suggestion on this. It's a bit of a lie because while she is enjoying a few weeks or months of time off between jobs, she is actively seeking another job. I've called this "practice retirement" in the past but didn't want to try translating into a foreign language.

canyonwalker: Man in a suit holding a glass of whiskey (booze)
Los Cabos Travelog #8
Downtown Los Cabos - Sun, 5 May 2024, 1pm

This morning I visited a tequila shop for a tequila tasting. I spent a while figuring out where to do it. ...Not because there are few places offering tequila tasting but because there are so many. There's at least one tequila shop on every block in downtown Cabo San Lucas. Seriously, there are as many of them as pharmacies freely selling drugs that are controlled substances in the US. I was concerned a lot of them were shams or not worth the time.

I asked my hotel concierge for a recommendation. He pointed to the hotel's own offering. Or, I should say, offerings. The hotel itself offers, like, 5 different levels of tequila tasting. And the cheapest one cost over $100. Maybe that's not so surprising at a place where a modest, bland lunch costs $133. But even so I was thinking, "Shoot, I can buy a few whole bottles back home and run my own tasting for that kind of money!"

Google Search and TripAdvisor to the rescue. With a few minutes of searching I found two well rated tequila shops that offer tasting/education programs. One, Santos Destileria, seemed to be appointment only and had no appointments listed for today. We figured we'd stop by, though, and ask in person.

Tequila tasting at Santos Destileria in Cabo San Lucas (May 2024)

Luis, one of the store managers, was there by himself. He told me there's a free tequila tasting program he offers as well as a 45 minute class that costs $30 with an opening at 2pm. (What a bargain compared to hotel prices!) I asked to start with the free tasting, figuring if it went well I'd pay to join the 2:00 class.

Well, with no other customers in the store, Luis spent quite a bit of time with me. He guided me through at least eight different types of tequila and tequila-related liquors. And it was all free. Though Luis tasted each drink with me, pouring himself just as much as he poured me, so he was probably feeling pretty happy by lunchtime. 😂

I appreciated the time Luis spent with me so I figured I'd buy a bottle or two form him. The tasting featured several tequilas made by the store (plus several others with the extra tastings Luis poured) so I figured I'd buy at least one of those. The prices were steep, though. The añejo I liked best was US $110. At that price I wasn't so keen on buying multiple bottles. Plus I have so much tequila at home I haven't drank yet— including one of the two bottles of Esperanto tequila I bought on my last trip to Mexico, 5 years ago. I'd hate to think even more fine liquor might go to waste sitting too long on my shelves. So I stopped at (buying) one bottle.

canyonwalker: Hangin' in a hammock (life's a beach)
Los Cabos Travelog #3
Waldorf Astoria Los Cabos - Sat, 4 May 2024, 2:30pm

We arrived at our first hotel in Los Cabos, Mexico this afternoon. Yes, first because we are staying at multiple hotels on this five day trip. ...Though in this case "multiple" is only two, not 4-5. 😅

We opted to stay at two different hotels because we found an opportunity that was too good to pass up. President's Club is Mon-Thu and is at the Viceroy hotel in San Jose del Cabo. The Viceroy a decent enough looking four-star resort. We could have extended our stay there for the extra two days we're arriving early. The rate would've been a bit over $500. That's more than I've almost ever spent, cash, on a room, so we decided to look at options using the many points I have with hotel chains.

Arriving at the Waldorf Astoria Los Cabos, Mexico (May 2024)

With Hilton I also have two certs— free night award certificates I have from my two Hilton Honors Amex cards. I found an opportunity to use them at a Hilton Hotel resort near the Viceroy. And getting around $400 value for the certs seemed like a pretty good deal. It's definitely more than I've redeemed Hilton certs for in the past. But then I checked Hilton again two weeks after making the booking and found a way better opportunity had opened up: the Waldorf Astoria Los Cabos.

The cash price on rooms at the Waldorf is $1,300++ a night. And I got two of them on free night award certs from my Hilton Honors credit cards.

When I booked at the Waldorf I knew that we were headed to a four and a half star, maybe even five star, resort. We've stayed a supposed four and a have star resorts before. But I was not prepared for what happened next.

Lounge outside check-in at the Waldorf Astoria Los Cabos, Mexico (May 2024)

After passing the main gate (first picture) and rolling up to the reception area (on the other side of the mountain!) we were greeted as we exited the car by our concierge. The concierge had been emailing me for the past few weeks. I mostly ignored his messages, figuring they were just semi-automated spam. Except here was the concierge, in person, greeting us by name.

Oh, and on a whim, late last week I admonished the concierge that my spouse is "Hawk", not Mrs. Her-legal-name or Mrs. My-last-name. "Just  'Hawk', like the bird," I wrote. And when the concierge helped her out of the car he addressed her as "Ms. Hawk". As did the porter who took our bags. 😳 At first I wasn't sure she heard it, but later I checked that she did— and was suitably impressed.

Being addressed as Mr. Walker and Ms. Hawk wasn't the big surprise, just a cherry atop the surprise sundae. The surprise was how totally swank the place is. It's so swank they took our drink order as we stepped out of the car. The drinks appeared when we were at the check-in desk. ...Which wasn't like a traditional check-in desk but was literally a beach club restaurant/bar overlooking the ocean (second photo above). And the check-in process was less like checking in to a hotel room and more like buying a car, witth the sales manager explaining all the options.

Then there's our room. The check-in clerk escorted us to it and gave us a walkthrough showing all the features. Here's a video walkthough I made after he left:



O-M-f'ing-G, this room is amazing! It's an upgrade from the basicm $1,300 room type I booked. Yay, elite status! The biggest selling point is the private plunge pool ouside, on the balcony, overlooking the ocean. We quickly decided we're probably not going to make much use of the hotel's the next two days, we'll just stay in this amazing room!

canyonwalker: Y U No Listen? (Y U No Listen?)
On Friday I arranged for a contractor to come first thing this morning to repair a broken window.

  "We can schedule you for Monday," they offered. "What time?"
  "How about first thing in the morning, 8am?" I responded.
  "Okay, we’ll be there between 8-9am," they confirmed.

So this morning I waited. And waited. I postponed a few things I wanted to do between 8 and about 9:30 because I expected they'd come knocking on my door any minute and interrupt me. And I waited some more.

Just before lunch I emailed the coordinator. "It’s almost noon and I’ve been waiting for contact for 4 hours. Let me know if the project has been rescheduled."

A crew leader phoned me a few minutes later. He apologized that "another job" had taken longer than they expected. What... did they have a 6am appointment on their calendars? I wondered. He promised me they’d be over in about an hour.

Sure enough, the crew arrived about 1:15. At least they had all the parts and equipment they needed. And the work didn't even take that long. They were done, start-to-finish, in 45 minutes. At least I assume they're done.... They left without telling me!

Sheesh. Of course this situation isn't unfamiliar. Everyone who's waited on a contractor or an installer knows that they often miss stated service times by 4 hours. My question is: Why is it still like this in 2023? Mobile phones have been standard business technology for over 20 years. Companies should be able to call to their customers when the schedule changes. People can't afford to wait all day wondering if or when workers will come. Life doesn't work like that anymore.
canyonwalker: Uh-oh, physics (Wile E. Coyote)
Several years ago I wrote I Hate My Mortgage Company. Their automated processes worked well, but whenever an exception occurred that required human assistance, their people were terrible to work with. Well, now they've sold off my loan... to a mortgage company that's apparently even worse.

Get a load of this opening paragraph in the first letter they sent me. The bolding and capitalization are theirs.

"[Company Name] is the new servicer of your loan and is a debt collector. We are trying to collect a debt that is owed to FANNIE MAE. We will use any information you give us to help collect the debt."

Great way to use unnecessarily confrontational language in introducing yourselves to a new customer, treating me like a delinquent instead of a person who's paid every debt on time, ever!

And this company isn't even a bank. At least my previous mortgagor was a bank, with branches in several states (though none near me). That meant at least they had people who knew banking. This business looks like some boiler-room shop of debt collectors operating in a state notorious for with minimal oversight on the collections industry.

Yelp reviewers complain of it being hard to get a customer service agent on the phone, agents refusing to help, and bogus fees and charges that could not be removed. Likely they're a bottom feeder company trying to break in to the mortgage servicing business by operating on thinner margins than anyone else... thinner margins they achieve apparently by understaffing and not hiring people with appropriate skill or experience.

Fingers crossed nothing goes wrong that requires assistance from these clowns.
canyonwalker: My old '98 M3 convertible (road trip!)
West Virginia Travelog #2
Beckley, WV - Sat, 16 Sep 2023. 12:30pm

🎵 Almost heaven
West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains
Shenandoah River 🎵

Those are the opening words of a famous American song John Denver released as a single in 1971. "Take Me Home, Country Roads" is famous around the English speaking world— I've read that many Brits think it's our national anthem— and it has a special meaning to me. Although I never lived in West Virginia, the two geographic features it name-checks in its opening words are places I knew and loved in Virginia when I grew up there. Today, though, we're driven those country roads to West Virginia. ...Well, okay, it was mostly Interstate 77 we drove today, but it passed through beautiful and remote country. Does that count as a country road? 😅

The driving portion of our trip started when we landed at Charlotte (North Carolina) airport this morning. It was a 3 hour 15 minute drive to Beckley, WV, where we're staying the next three nights.

Some might wonder why we flew to NC when there are airports in WV. The reason is that we were able to get a nonstop red-eye from SFO to CLT. Flying to any point in WV, or an airport nearer to the border of it, would've required connecting flights. The added time for those would've meant a longer door-to-door time than the route we chose.

Have a Slow Day!

We were rolling in our rental car by 8:30 this morning. Our first order of business once clear of the airport was to find a quick breakfast. We tried a nearby 7-Eleven... they had nothing prepared for hot food. The rollers and warmers were all totally empty. Staff just didn't care about that part of their jobs.

Fortunately there was another 7-Eleven nearby... and that one, too, had totally lackadaisical staff. There were a few hot items ready to go, filling maybe 15% of the space, but then when I went to get a soda from the soda fountain I found that half the sodas weren't working and the other half were connected wrong. Like, really, how hard is it to recognize that "Diet Coke" is not the dispenser to hook up the "Orange Crush" syrup to? I mean, even if you're functionally illiterate, you could at least try sounding out the words. Or counting the letters. Or looking at their shapes.

We tried— and walked out of— a third convenience store before we struck gold on our 4th try. Good ol' QT. Their soda fountain selection was marvelous, and they had a whole kitchen running with hot food to order via kiosk. I ordered up a personal-sized pepperoni pizza while Hawk got a hot pretzel dusted with cinnamon.

Tunnels and Tolls

With something resembling breakfast in our bellies we started making tracks northward to West Virginia. From North Carolina we crossed into Virginia. I was surprised when I-77 traversed first one, then a second, big tunnel. They're the Big Walker Mountain Tunnel and the East River Mountain Tunnel. The latter is over a mile long. The odd thing to me is that neither tunnel crosses under a particularly high or treacherous mountain. Plenty of other Interstate routes would curve around these hills, gaining the 500' or so of elevation necessary to cross them. Here, engineers were like, "Yay, an excuse to use tons of dynamite!"

The second tunnel crossed us over into West Virginia. Yay! And there I-77 becomes a toll road. Boo. And it's not like the toll is even paying for all the dynamite required to bore those tunnels or the upkeep on them. Those tunnels are in Virginia; different state, different transportation budget.

$4.25 later we arrived in Beckley.
canyonwalker: WTF? (wtf?)
A few weeks ago I complained about how my insurance company, Allstate, was dragging its feet on processing a claim I filed. It wasn't even that they were slow in paying the money; they actually did that fast once they started. The problem was that they didn't even start for 10 days. I spent those 10 days without a car getting a runaround from everyone I spoke to at Allstate... and I communicated with several people over multiple calls in those 10 days. "Fuck my insurance company!" I declared.

So, what are the alternatives? Well, there are lots of insurance companies out there. Geico was recommended by a few friends. "Fifteen minutes could save you 15% or more on car insurance," is the slogan their spokes-gecko keeps repeating.

I filled out an application with Geico online (the only choice; they don't do phone anymore) and was given a tentative cost. For coverage comparable to what I have with Allstate it was a smidge less than 10% cheaper. And for condo insurance— which I'd want to bundle with it to save cost— the cost was actually 50% higher. So much for "save 15% or more".

Fuck Geico. Time wasters. (Aug 2023)And that was just the tentative estimate. They'd have to get underwriting approval, Geico's website told me. That could take "up to 15 business days".

I checked back yesterday, after not hearing from them since starting my app Aug 3. Still in review for "up to 15 business days", the website said. Note that on Aug 22 it was already 19 days since I started the app. Of course, those are 19 calendar days. Subtract the weekends and there's only 13 business days. 🙄

Then yesterday afternoon I got a letter in the mail from Geico. Yes, a letter in snail-mail. From a company that styles itself as so modern you have to use the website for everything, there's no customer service number to call. The dead-tree letter demanded a raft of paperwork from me to complete my application— by snail mail. There was no number to call for guidance, no website to upload electronic docs to, just a PO box in Virginia (2,500 miles away). And even more absurdly, this letter which arrived on Aug 22 said the paperwork had to be received by Aug 18.

One might look at this absurd process and say it's broken. But one can also look at it and conclude it's working as intended. I've now concluded this bullshit and runaround from Geico is the design. They don't actually want more business in California (it's been in the news that insurers are pulling out due to inflation and consumer-friendly regulation) so they're creating runarounds for anyone trying to do business with them.

I trust Geico considers my decision to ditch them a win.

And I'm still not happy with Allstate but at least they have a phone number I can call.

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