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Showing posts with label Service. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Service. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Making excuses

Isn't it better to clean up after ourselves than to have people old enough to be our grandparents clean up our mess at hawker centres?

Isn't it better to offer our seats on a crowded train or bus to someone who needs it more, than to pretend that you didn't see them, or to convince yourself that you need the seat more?

Isn't it better to show consideration and courtesy to others than to behave like the world revolves around you and that society owes you?

Isn't it better to contribute to making this world a better place than to make excuses for why you can't?

Because that's all they are - excuses and rationalisations. We shouldn't clean up or the old people won't have jobs.

Sad. And these are the same people that will turn around and scream bloody murder when someone else claims to be "elite", not realising that there's a little elite in them thinking that they have earned the right to be selfish, to ignore the little people, or to condescend to them.

Monday, November 06, 2006

A Trolley, A Wheelchair, and a Candy Store

A candy store in Vivocity has got bad publicity becase it had put up a sign saying wheelchairs and trolleys are not allowed in the store.

Probably a bad idea to disallow the wheelchair.

But you may noticed that a lot of stores are ridiculous when it comes to aisle space. Most Fairprice stores have unreasonable space for the aisles usually made worse by haphazard placement of stores. They should have new jingle.

"Our prices are low,
Our aisles are narrow,
We're stuffed full of things,
So you can't get in."

Monday, October 23, 2006

Whose fault is it?

The New Paper reported (oct 21) that a Guest DJ at the New Asia Bar got mad at the patrons who kept asking him to spin R&B tracks when his forte was sexy minimal techno house dance tracks.

When he decided enough was enough, he said he would spin what he liked and the patrons could leave if they didn't like it.

Whose fault is it? The patrons for being dull, closed-minded boors who just wanted to listen to comfortable but tired old tracks?

The DJ for being such a diva and insisting on playing his music instead of what the customers wanted?

No. The fault lies with the management of the bar who picked the guest DJ. They knew what he spun and they knew what their customers go to their bar for. What made them think that the what the DJ played would satisfy their customer?