Pathetic lack of service

Everyone on Wall Street is so focused on cutting costs and increasing profits that a crucial part of business—service—is suffering. Service quality is declining across the board, and in a pathetic attempt to curb public dissatisfaction, moneymen are implementing more automated services.

This approach is ineffective because it doesn’t address the core issue. We need more intelligent, capable people instead of underpowered robots running on a single computer chip. We are starved for decent service, performed by salaried people instead of enslaved, unsalaried robots.

So, what’s the object of my latest rant? I am furious with the DMV! Yes, the infamously slow and inefficient government branch that controls our lives.

I live in California, and you cannot do without a car in our state. As a law-abiding citizen, I comply with whatever the DMV commands. Each year, I promptly pay the registration fee they require from me.

This year, about three months after I sent them a bona fide check, I received a Notice of Delinquent Renewal and a penalty fee of $197. Delinquent? M0i? No way! I was a choir boy for crying out loud.

When I tried to contact the DMV to resolve the issue, I was confronted by a massive telephonic labyrinth manned by unfriendly bots. I begged to speak with a human being, but the bots were inflexible: it was not possible.

Their website by the way is built on the same model. There is no employee to be seen or heard, just a merry-go-round of polite and pointless answers that take you promptly back to square one. And making an appointment is impossible unless you know God personally… even then!

I want a new director and 10,000 more employees, to fix this stinky swamp!

Kamala, you have my certified vote (and my cat’s vote) if you can unplug this sewer and restore decent service.

Alain

A glorious mini event

“Only mad dogs, Englishmen (and pétanque enthusiasts) go out in the midday sun.”

Yesterday in Oakmont, Santa Rosa, the temperature hovered between 90 and 95 degrees, but that didn’t stop some oddballs from indulging in their favorite game.

Midday was so hot that boules inadvertently left in the sun became too hot to handle and had to be cooled off with water. Yet, under the aegis of Mister Pétanque (aka Jean-Michel) a dozen sunstruck enthusiasts persisted in their spirited enterprise.

The master of ceremonies, grand priest Jean-Michel, led his congregation in this annual ritual. As he does every year, he organized a mini-tournament, complete with food, drinks, and prizes.

The first game was played before lunch, and the second after, when everyone was suitably blitzed to continue playing.

Around noon, we all gathered around a long table (in the shade) to enjoy the food brought by the guests. Everything was excellent, particularly a great fresh fruit salad that was wolfed down by the assembled guests.

Various drinks flowed freely, and conversations flourished. As tradition dictated, Jean-Michel led us in a spirited rendition of La Marseillaise, after which we returned to the playing field for another round of boules.

The heat was intense, and I am quite sure that everyone sweated off a few pounds. When it was finally over, we all retreated and collapsed in the blessed coolness of the host’s living room.

The master of ceremonies then handed out prizes to the crowd’s applause. The results were somewhat unexpected and particularly appreciated by the winners.

Thank you, Jean-Michel, for organizing this event and sharing your home with your partners in crime.

1st place: Alain & John
2nd place: Antoine & Pia
3rd place: Eva & Bernard
4th place: Jean-Michel & Tamara

Alain

PS: please watch pictures in “full screen” for maximum effect.

LPM Select Doubles

When I came to the Marin pétanque field yesterday morning, an old famous quote jumped to my mind: The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.

Khan, D’Angelo, Chan

And yesterday, was one of the coldest summer days I ever spent in Marin. But I came prepared and probably had the last laugh.

After a few days of oppressive heat, the contrast was shocking, for it was darn cold. And it stayed that way for most of the day except, for an hour or two of timid sunshine in the afternoon. It reverted to polar conditions after 5:00 pm when I had the good sense to leave.

As Christine Cragg wrote to me later:

“The returning fog and dropping temperatures began affecting shooting on both sides, but with Sonoma at 12 (I believe) and Fresno at 11, Sonoma was out of boules, and Fresno managed two points to take the win.  By then the sun was gone, the fog was trying to move back in, and I think Chan and I were the only two people who weren’t shivering from the cold.”

Twenty-two teams came to fight and fight they did. As a spectator, I tried my best to take some interesting pictures, but I am not sure that I succeeded. There is nothing harder than to be interesting and amusing. Just ask Donald.
Since I left relatively early (around 5:00 pm) Christine took all the pictures of all the winners and forwarded them to me.

Concours

First place: Kham Chounlamany / Chan Xiong
Second place: Hans Kurz / Erin McTaggart
Third place: Kevin Evoy / Sandra Shirkey

Consolante

First place:  Richard Bell / Lynn Bell
Second place: Krystal Pulsipher / Suzie Lee

Alain

PS: For best results, always watch pictures in full screen.