Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Service


service |ˈsərvis|
noun
the action of helping or doing work for someone: millions are involved in voluntary service.
• an act of assistance: he has done us a great service | hevolunteered his services as a driver.
• assistance or advice given to customers during and afterthe sale of goods: they aim to provide better quality of service.
• the action or process of serving food and drinks to customers: they complained of poor bar service.

What has happened to it? It seems that service is a thing of the past, that as consumers we have no right to decent service, let alone GOOD service. It seems that people who own, or work within a store feel like they are doing you a favor, like dude, you are taking up valuable time they could be spending doing.... what?  For fuck sake, this is your job! Your chosen profession! 
I recently had some framing done at Cheston Art Gallery in Canal Walk, Century City, whatever you do don't get your framing done there. I took in 6 pieces two art prints, nothing too special, then two awesome prints shot of Laika, by my friend Rob Weedman, that I had printed on water color paper, very delicate and to be handled with care, and 2 prints of my Ratrod done by my friend Mary Jane Botha, printed on matte photographic paper, not delicate, but precious to me. I took it in on Tuesday, the guy behind the counter, didn't want to leave his breakfast so he sends the assistant to quote me, causing her to leave hers (What the fuck are you doing eating breakfast at (am in the store front?) she, has no idea, so he drops his toast and heads of to handle my images.... with those hands I don't think so, so after having him wipe his hands he takes the measurements, quotes me R1800 and tells me that they will be done by next Tuesday or latest Wednesday. I couldn't make the Wednesday, so I went in on Thursday, only the 2 art prints were ready, the rest was not done, really? I have been more than patient, even gave you a extra day to get the stuff done, driven through just to have my time wasted, could you not have picked up a phone and said "listen dude we are running late they will be done Friday"...?? Ok so I am pissed but calm, I leave and return Friday after getting a call Thursday evening to say that they are in the shop. Happy as a clam I go collect my framed work, so now I’m checking them out and on one of the delicate prints of Laika, there is a bit of rubber or dirt or something on the eye, the fucking focal point of the image, and no one has picked this up at all? I point it out and the guy says I’m sorry I will have to send it back and you can get it back next week... so now I blew a fuse, what the fuck is going on two trips weren't enough for you, now I have to come again, the image is delicate, how are you going to get this off? Why hasn't anyone here bothered to check that the work has been done right? And all this asshole can say is I’m sorry, but these people I send it too.... fuck that shit, it's your business, don't you give a fuck?

The truth is they don't give a fuck, nobody does anymore, I go to the supermarket and the teller is surly and rude at best, throws my food around and then talks in another language, and I have to be grateful for this service because even though there are 25 till points only 3 are open and I have to be grateful to get out of there. Once again they don't care, because the managers don't care, because the directors don't care, and the CEO doesn't care either. The fact of the matter is you don't care either when you accept this kind of service.

I take my Volvo to Tygervalley Volvo, for an annual service, it's funny cause I put only 4000 kilometers on it a year, I get there and tell them that my IPOD cable is making a noise. I have to get my car there, get back on my own, then get back to collect it, and guess what, they don't have the cable so my car has to go back again, all good, but they then tell me that my wheel alignment is out and needs to be done. I did this the very next day, and on my collecting the car, Tiger Wheel and Tire inform me that all is aligned but the right front left camber is out and it looks like either the bearing or shock are gone. I call Volvo, as my car is coming back please ensure you have parts for the front bearing and shock as these may need to be replaced, as the camber I am told is not correct on the right front wheel. The 3rd of Feb, Friday my car goes in for the cable and the right front wheel. I get a call at 3pm we are sorry, but the part we got was not correct, now we have to wait for the new part and the whole centre console is out and, and, and can you do without a car over the weekend?.... so now please explain what fucking choice I have???? They don't give a fuck and I just have to deal with this. So Monday I get a call after lunch, Volvo need to collect my IPOD and cable to test the new cable.... are you serious???? Are you telling me your vehicles come pre-installed with IPOD jacks and the whole dealership doesn't have a single IPOD or cable to test it with, and yet, and more importantly nothing about my wheel alignment, cause after my car being there all this time they haven't bothered to do anything about it. My car is finally delivered and the IPOD cable works, but there is apparently nothing wrong with the wheels, now remember that at the first service they told me there was a problem, and after having them aligned it's discovered the shock or bearings may be gone. So I argued till they took the car to "their" alignment specialist, and guess what, they tell me nothing is wrong with the front wheel... But at the first service you told me there was a problem!!!!! They don't care, why would they change the shock or bearings now when they have to pay for it, they would rather something happens to me in my car, than have to repair and do what they have undertaken to do under the maintenance plan.

So that’s service, the act of paying for something no longer means you can rest assured that you will receive any service or quality in the product, because no one gives a shit, so one day when someone eventually snaps and goes into a store and kills 50 people we will all go looking for answers in their past, religion, upbringing, never admitting that just maybe they just fucking deserved it. So next time the service is shit, do something about it, or you may just be in the store when someone snaps.


Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Assumption the mother of all fuck ups

a thing that is accepted as true or as certain to happenwithout proof: they made certain assumptions about the market | [with clause ] we're working on the assumption that the time of death was after midnight.


I was amused at assumptions made by what I had posted, and it came to mind that people making assumptions say a hell of a lot more about themselves and there characters and motives.
Assumptions are made without fact, or proof, so already this sets the scene for disaster, assumptions are just mere mental conjectures that do not thrive on reason ability and are therefor, questionable.
An extreme and overt reaction, made by some one on an assumption, says something very clear about them, the reaction is that the issue pertains to them in some way, (the assumption) but if it didn't then that extreme reaction only underscores the guild or involvement in something that that has caused the person to make such an assumption .... guilt, anger, jealousy etc.....the reaction on the assumption purely unveils the true character, and motives. 


Taking the time to ask questions and find the truth, and you will not have to make any assumptions at all. 


"By and large, I seem to have made more mistakes than any others of whom I know, but have learned thereby to make ever swifter acknowledgment of the errors and thereafter immediately set about to deal more effectively with the truths disclosed by the acknowledgment of erroneous assumptions."
Richard Buckminster Fuller


So if have assumed to much in the writing of this, take heart in it's acknowledgement.



Tuesday, 14 February 2012

the pot calling the kettle....

I had a long blog written about someone I once cared about, but I just realized, I don't care... how fucking awesome is that.......haahahahahaa

So onto more fun shit, I am going up to Johannesburg for a week to work, and I; looking forward to seeing old friends and of course how much the city has changed.

Just got Adsl, it's awesome uncapped means I am loving all the info I can get my grubby little paws on. Found the new Edie Brickel, and I'm loving that.



Sunday, 12 February 2012

Just in time

Finally it broke, two days of migraine and sinus, felt like a boxer beat my face to a pulp. I don't usually get migraines so I was not prepared for it, but thanks to lots of advice and a quick trip to the chemist for a cocktail, a dark room, and I'm feeling a lot better. The cause? you ask, is stress, self inflicted as usual, but changes have stressed me out, some disappointments and the obvious annoyances at being pissed about by unimportant people. Time will sort things out as usual and taking it all to heart isn't going to solve it at all. It does however change a few things. It does mean that the sponsorships I normally do, are a thing of the past. I'm done with giving my time, effort and craft to unappreciative people. I have worked with several artists, that have always had a lot negative to say about sponsorship, or as I like to say putting a little back, from a karmic point of view it makes sense to me to do them, but of late, all it's done is prove those artists right.




Monday, 6 February 2012

No dick car sound wannabe


There is something I want to get of my chest, it’s a common myth that the bigger or sportier car the smaller the man“hood” ok so there is probably a hint of jealousy, but hey fuck it, converting is part of what makes life move forward. If we didn’t want, there would be no need to supply and before you know it, it’s the end of the world as we know it, and who the hell wants that? Now all he hippies at the back sit down and put your damn shoes on, you would all have us in Toyota Prius’s, and that would be like candy without sugar.
Once again I have strayed from what I have on my chest, but it starts with being woken at 3am by some inconsiderate twat with his sound system turned up parked in the street across from me. Now lets get back to that whole car manhood thing, your car is a piece of crap, yet you deem it a great idea to throw thousands of your hard earned currency at it, and where do you decide to spend it?
Reconditioning of your engine? NO.
Reconditioning of the braking system? NO.
New tires? NO.
The general serviceability and safety of your vehicle, HELL NO!
You decided that the more sound, the biggest amp, the largest speakers, sub-sub woofers, tweeters that are so high end they tweet themselves on Twitter, there isn’t a nook and cranny that you have not found to fit another component to make more sound emit from this vehicle, and to what end…..??? I will tell you to what end, its overcompensation, you have a tiny penis, you can’t afford a Ferrari, so the next best thing is pimp your sound system so you can pick up chicks, cause the louder the sound, the less likely they will be to notice you have no dick, and we know how sound just makes them weak at the knees and swoon, fall at the foot of your cheep front spoiler, begging for your cockless wonder…..
It’s so freaking obvious you have no dick that even Nissan are using it in their marketing on TV to sell you their new pickup.
The Ferrari doesn’t pick up women, those are called whores, and they will come to any car for enough currency, and this comic book existence will never give you a penis enlargement. So try clean up your car, make it safe for her to be in, show a little respect and consideration, and she won’t care how big you are, but just that you are a real man, and for the love of God, turn it down, you don’t want to be deaf like the rest of your wannabe friends, at 40, a hearing aid isn’t cool, and won’t get you laid either.


Wednesday, 1 February 2012

Convention Time


Wednesday evening, and I seem to be feeling a better, the post convention blues have passed, I am going to mention Hymne’s passing, Tuesday was the 2nd anniversary of her passing and as expected, coping isn’t easy, but I focus on the love she gave me and our time together.
The convention was as usual, busy, as I am booked up well in advance with clients who come down from up country, and I do try accommodating them, as they do not get the opportunity often. I do however feel that the convention this year was not very well attended, by artists as well as tattoo enthusiasts. The recession I guess is felt by all this year, and with that in mind, I’m always surprised by the lack of marketing done by the organizers. A simple sign outside of the building I don’t believe is too much to expect. Having said that though, I really enjoyed this years.

My convention weekend began with the arrival of my great friends Rob and his gorgeous wife Michelle, on Wednesday morning, we hustled back and they went of to the beach for the afternoon, while I did an awesome horned cupcake tattoo on Kat Finke.


We went for a drink and a bite in Blouberg, and then to bed for an early night as Thursday was going to be a long day. We woke and went to Café Motsart for breakfast, then to Carl at Deluxe Coffeehouse for coffee, collected two printed portfolio books, that the printing was all messed up on, but wtf to late now, and rushed back to tattoo an awesome piece on Michelle, 4 and a half hours later, I was done, and we chilled for 2 hours before going to the Bombay Bicycle club for the meet and greet. It was awesome to hook up, and see everyone, and the snacks were tasty as hell, then off to Pizzeria for dinner and home…



Friday, collected T-shirts at 9am, then took Rob and Michelle to Claremont to the haberdashers to buy Rob some headgear, and then of Leizl to get Michelle pierced. Home to pack and at 2pm loaded and of to the convention. Friday evening I tattooed the lovely Pippa, we began this awesome rooster fighting a snake on her thigh. I can’t wait to finish and integrate it into the other piece I had started on her thigh. After finishing up we headed of the party at the HD club.


Saturday started at 11am and we headed of and began working on doing a lot of Rob’s sleeve, the new sailors grave piece as well as the addition of the water behind the Geshivamermaid is going to make an awesome piece. I walked about a little saw some good friends, hung out and had a great time, but by 10 we were done and headed of home.



Sunday I was wiped out, and I only did Bill DeMicheal”s sailors grave piece, and by late afternoon I was packed and heading home, and off to Mandy for some sushi and good company, but by 11:30pm the blues setting in and the daunting prospect of facing the 31st again we went home to crash. One disappointment, after working my ass of on a piece, and the biggest showcase in the country, one of my best pieces was missing, with all the photographers shooting for mags locally and overseas, I guess it’s a good view of the appreciation for me efforts.
That’s the lot, said, no insights, no pearls of wisdom, just a weekend filled with laughter, good friends, good tattoos, good parties, good food, and memories bittersweet.

















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