Archive for January, 2009

I Just Paid Off My J Crew Card

January 30, 2009

$1,730!  With my tax refund!

I never thought I would be so thrilled to get rid of my tax refund within in 2 minutes of getting it, but it felt great.

And, I just got a J Crew reward card in the mail and I threw it away because I have to use my credit card.

Being responsible sucks.

I will be posting a budget update later in the day.  My flash drive ate my budget AGAIN so I will need to spend a few hours working on it.

Puppy Update

January 30, 2009

It was a scam, folks!

Thanks Allison.

I Just Heard A Hilary Duff Song, And I Liked It

January 29, 2009

Hold me.

I was working in my studio listening to Pandora and when I shut down my iPod I noticed that I had been listening (and maybe dancing) to a Hilary Duff song.  Now, I don’t get snobby about music.  If it’s good, it’s good.  I was just surprised!

Spring/Summer 2009 Color Trends – Orange

January 29, 2009

I’m kicking off a series around fashion trends, beginning with color for the Spring/Summer 2009 season. As I progress and become more organized, I will be providing links to all items and maybe some styling notes. Enjoy!

Puppy Love

January 29, 2009

David just emailed me.  Someone in his office has black lab puppies they are giving away.  Of course, he wants one.  Thoughts?

FYI, this is our current pet situation:

Harper & Sierra

Frankie

When Opposites Attract

January 28, 2009

I have this friend, we’ll call her Chimay (she likes Belgian beer). Chimay and I met in London back in 2002, where we were both in the same study abroad program. We didn’t become friends, however, until we were back home in the states. While abroad she was too busy doing drugs and hitting the clubs and I was too busy shopping and chasing after a very unavailable guy in our program.

Back home she ended up at my house for Thanksgiving. I really can’t remember what chain of events led to this. We had friends in common, and at some point, we fell in love.

Chimay is weird, and she wouldn’t mind me telling you so. Because she knows anyone worth knowing likes weird people. She’s also really beautiful, funny as shit and has awesome taste in music. We’re unlikely friends, but we’re soulmates.

We always seemed to want to do the same things at the same time. Stay in with frozen pizza, bagged salad, cheap wine and John Waters movies? Done. Buy stacks of magazines to read at the Hard Rock bar while drinking lemon drops and eating potato skins? Of course! Score some blow and go to our favorite club? Need you ask?

Chimay moved to Arizona a few years ago and I’ve been pissed at her ever since. We don’t see each other nearly enough, although we talk about it a lot. We go for months without speaking when I will receive a text that says, “I miss you, call me you fucking whore.”

I’m dedicating this post to her, because I love her dearly and miss her terribly. She’s a writer and I am hoping I can manipulate her into contributing to this blog someday soon.

So, I will leave you this this song, which I’ve caught her dancing to in front of her mirror more than once.

Plastic Trend – Neutrals With An Acid Punch

January 28, 2009

All Photos: New York Times; Image: Penny

I’m all over this for Spring.  I was just flipping through an issue of WWD Fast (sportswear-focused) and it had a great editorial about dressing in neutrals with hits of saturated acid color.

What do you think?  Yay or nay?

Plastic Plea – Please Be Kind To Those In Customer Service

January 28, 2009

Photo via Flickr: fernando_graphicos

I noticed a comment on Facebook this morning, regarding “checkers” at Vons and how annoying it is that they refer to you by your last name and tell you how much you’ve saved.

Now, let me just say, I don’t disagree with this view. It is a bit annoying. However, I kindly pointed out that the Vons employees hardly have a choice in the matter; those policies are all dictated by corporate. You see, my mother works for Safeway, and has since her early twenties – nearly thirty years. I’ve straight up asked her if she feels like a dumbass sending off every person who schleps through her line with a “thanks Mr./Mrs. T, you’ve saved XYZ dollars.” And, of course she does. I mean, who wouldn’t?

It’s not a secret that corporate mucky-mucks are frightfully detached from the reality of the store-line trenches. I work for a corporate retailer, and when I enter one of our stores, I see it. Our store staff never shut up; we always have at least 5 live promotions they are forced to “suggest” to the customer. It’s no wonder they cannot maintain any of the visual standards I send their way – they’re too busy trying to keep up with the constant promotional changes and sales.

You’ve encountered it. I challenge you to find ONE specialty mall retailer who will not try and up-sell you a credit card or reward program at the register. A few years ago, I had to walk out of a Body Shop store because an employee would not leave me alone. She was like a gnat buzzing in my ear. I figured I should leave before I snapped at her. I just wanted some damn Body Butter!

And, they rarely get any money for their efforts. They are not working on commission, they’re working for a gold star on the employee list hanging in the stock room, or a mention in the corporate-wide weekly memo. If they’re ambitious, they’re likely positioning themselves for a promotion to store or district manager. Numbers matter, and it’s not only sales. UPT is an acronym to remember – Units Per Transaction. When that girl at Banana Republic is suggesting the sale jewelry? She’s trying to bump up her UPT. When I worked for a mall retailer, 3 was the magic UPT number. I can only imagine what it is these days.

Even working in corporate creative, one has to think about ADT (Average Dollar per Transaction). If you’re developing a new item, how many coordinating pieces should also be developed? When you’re directing the stores on a fixture set, what are the product adjacencies?

We’re thinking about you, the customer, more than you might think. How you interact with the product, how you spend your money, how you move about within a retail space and what motivates you to purchase.

I have a great deal of respect for those who work in the service industry. It’s an often thankless job that doesn’t pay much, which is why there’s nearly always high turnover. I have worked at a coffee shop (my first job), a specialty mall retailer (I was berated by countless customers and cried on the floor at least 5 times), an upscale boutique (much nicer, but more high maintenance, customer base) and as a waitress (a Greek place, I set someones hair on fire when lighting an Opa Saganaki appetizer). I know of what I speak. People often assume you’re unambitious, stupid or without skill. You’re often looked at with pity or complete disregard. It’s really disgusting how some people treat those in customer service, and I have absolutely no tolerance for it. Because, working with people, helping people, should be a positive experience, for both parties. I don’t want anyone to assume that it’s all shit. I can’t tell you how many great interactions I had with customers throughout my time working in retail.

It’s a two-way street between the customer and the individual supplying the service. I’m not suggesting that the asshole at Best Buy shouldn’t be reported to a manager. But it’s important to remember the barriers that the service person themselves might be up against.

Sometimes They Really Can’t Help

There’s no problem with asking to see or speak with a manager or supervisor. But, if the lower ranking person has been nice enough, there’s no reason to treat him/her like shit because your return or your bill adjustment must be done by someone in upper management. There’s no need to say “this person won’t help me.” Because 90% of the time, it’s not that they won’t, it’s that they cannot. The manager likely will not correct you (you’re the customer, after all) and you’ll just make the lower ranking person feel like crap, and you’ll sound like an asshole. I’ve seen countless people spend ridiculous amounts of time fighting with people in retail over the stupidest things. I once stood behind a woman at Cost Plus who was bitching and moaning over A DOLLAR because she felt that the “Buy One, Get One” sign was written incorrectly. 15 fucking minutes. She looked like a complete dumbass. But I was happy to wait while the only two people in the store stood their ground.

And Sometimes They Have No Choice

Remember that girl from Body Shop? I told you I walked out because I couldn’t take her aggressiveness? There are a lot of eager beavers out there, and I can usually shut them up with a firm “I am just looking, I will let you know if I need some help, thanks!” Sometimes I need to walk away. The combination of a sugary sweet (read: fake) personality and corporate sales requirements can be a tough pill to swallow. That said, most sales people are just doing their job, or what they are told. When I was working for a mall retailer, I was forced to adhere to the following rules:

  • I had to greet customers before they got more than 1/3 of the way into the store.
  • If there was a promotion/sale going on, I had to spew the same stupid line to each person (i.e. “I just want to let you know that we’re having a great sale on our basic tee – buy one and get the second for half off!!”).
  • I had to up-sell items at the dressing room. If someone said no to my suggestion, I had to bring it to them anyhow.
  • I had to up-sell our credit card at the register. Twice.
  • I had to ask customers making returns if they wanted to exchange for another item. Twice.

One time, I had greeted a rather pissy customer, a woman in her late 40’s, when my manager (a total sociopath) came up behind me. “Go and tell that customer about our denim sale.” “I already did,” I said. She grabbed me by my arm and muttered into my ear, “go, now.” I shuffled back over to the customer, feeling my manager’s eyes burning into my back. I hadn’t even gotten two words in before the woman whipped around and came down on me like a ton of bricks. I burst into tears and ran into the back room.

Sometimes, as a customer, you just have a suck it up and say “no thanks” more than once. Please, for the love of God, don’t bitch out the innocents!

You Can Catch More Flies With Honey

A lot of people can’t seem to get their teeny, tiny brains around this one. It must be pride. If you enter into a conversation with someone mad, defensive and bitchy, it’s not going to do you any favors. Even if you feel you’ve been wronged. You will put the other person on the defensive straight-away, and the encounter is more likely to spiral downward. This goes for ANY conversation, not just one between you and a customer service representative. In fact, if you’ve worked with people, ever, you’ll know that “customer service” can roughly be translated into “how to deal with people and get what you want or need.”

Have A Little Empathy, Please

You don’t need to have customer service experience to know its challenges. If you see that someone is busy juggling three customers, don’t tap your foot, sigh loudly and stare – talk about passive aggressive. Being left alone to manage a store or getting stuck with a co-waiter’s 5 two-tops can increase a person’s stress level exponentially. My general rule is this – when I need service and the person is busy – I give them a few moments to acknowledge me. This means a “I will be right with you,” or “I will be back in a moment to take your order.” Even a smile or nod will sometimes suffice. If I am being flat-out ignored I will say something. If it looks as though the person is totally overwhelmed, I will go back later.

Think Of All The Assholes Out There

I know you’ve run into a few. If they are jerks to everyone, imagine how much jerkier they are to service professionals. There is a certain breed of individual who believes people in customer service are their slaves. They abuse them, they show them no respect; in a word, they’re total assholes. Just remember that the average customer service individual will run into one of these people at least once a day.

Everyone Has Bad Days

This is always a tough sell, because many people feel that if someone is working in a customer service position, they don’t have the luxury of bad days. And, to a certain degree this is true. However, shit happens. A bad mood can usually be tempered with a smile and a “hello, how are you?” They have to deal with your shitty moods, and sometimes you will be forced to deal with theirs. A bad mood does not equate to someone who is blatantly ignoring you, being a bitch/asshole, deliberately not assisting you or being totally unresponsive. I’m certainly not suggesting that you take any abuse, from anyone. Just remember that people in customer service are human. Their cats die, their boyfriends dump them, they overdraw their bank accounts.

Don’t Be A Stingy Tipper

I’m a stickler about this. I don’t tell anyone outright how to tip, but I have very firm opinions about it. I am a ridiculously generous tipper. I was like this before I worked as a waitress. On average I will tip 20%. If it’s bare-bones service at a casual joint, I might tip 15%, but it’s a rarity. Good/decent service will get you 20%, great service will earn you 25%, and if you hook me up with free shit, expect at least 30%.

I do NOT accept the “but I’m too poor to tip well” excuse. If you can afford to go out to dinner or get your hair done, you can manage a decent tip.

I do accept poor tips for poor service. If I am treated badly, I have no problem leaving no tip at all. Thankfully, this has not happened…..

Income Log, 1.28.09

January 28, 2009

I will be posting periodic Income Logs to update on any additional income that comes my way. This will include freelance work, gifts, eBay sales and Amazon sales.

1 Book (Amazon) – $22.89

2 Items (eBay) – $168.88

1.28 TOTAL – $191.57

FINAL TOTAL = $191.57

iPhone 3G Review

January 27, 2009

Photo via Flickr: Fr3d.org

I hit up the Apple store over the weekend and purchased an iPhone 3G, and my initial review is this – I love it.

Now, I am not one to get excited over every new technology.  I have always owned Apple computers, not because they’re cool or beautiful, but because I’ve never known anything else.

First came the crappy old model I inherited from my dad in 1995 or so, when I had just started high school.  I don’t remember the model; I do remember that it had about a 10″ screen and was clunky.  This was back when the rainbow apple logo was still slapped onto their computers.  I wish they’d bring it back – old school!

Image: Mac User Forum

Next came the first incarnation of the iMac – those colorful bulbous contained computers.  I had the pink – sorry, strawberry – model.  This was in 1998, the year they were released.

Image: Apple

My next iMac was what I lovingly call the E.T. model, the one with the swivel neck attached to a dome base.  It had a 17″ screen and I LOVED it.  In fact, I didn’t want to sell it when I got my next upgrade.

Image: Apple

The model I am with now is a 20″ iMac, I believe it’s the most recent model.  I dig it, but I still miss my E.T.

Image: Apple

I consider myself to be an Old School Apple User, and trust, I don’t think this makes me better than anyone else.  Not the 16 year old after the iPod touch, or the 60 year old upgrading his 1997 Dell laptop to a MacBook.  The coolest thing about entering an Apple store is that you will always, without a doubt, see a mixed crowd.  Men and women, every age and race, people from various income-levels, geeky fans and newcomers….they’re all there.  And they’re usually all happy, even in what my dad likes to call “controlled chaos.”

Which brings me to the customer service.  I was talking with the guy who was helping me with my purchase, and I asked him if he was required to know a lot about Apple products before being hired.  “I knew nothing,” he said smiling, “Apple doesn’t care if you know anything about their products, they care if you can deal with customers.  The first thing they told me is that it’s easy to teach someone about iPods and MacBooks, it’s much harder to teach customer service skills.”

See, this is why Apple is genius.

Anyhow, I’ve digressed.  Back to the subject at hand, the iPhone.

Historically, I’ve used my mobile to make/receive calls and text.  That’s it.  I didn’t play games, download ring-tones, listen to music, use the Internet, and I never cared for mobile calendars/scheduling software.

“So, why buy an iPhone?” my guy asked.

For starters, I had lost my iPod, which I primarily used in my car during my insanely long weekday commute.  I also hated my Blackberry Pearl with the energy of a million gigabytes.  The keyboard was frustrating, so I never used it.  This meant an end to texting.  The Internet connectivity sucked and when it did log on it was incredibly hard to read.  So, I was paying $30 a month for a data plan I wasn’t even utilizing.  I figured than since I disliked my current phone and needed an iPod, I might as well kill two birds with one (very expensive) stone.

Those were reasons enough for me, and as it turns out, the iPhone has proven to be even MORE useful than I had initially imagined.  It’s less of a phone than it is a teeny tiny computer that you can make calls with.  Perfect, because I unloaded my laptop in order to justify buying it!

I got a half-hour tutorial at the store and was sent off, nervously clutching my phone in its hot pink condom of a case.  I didn’t do much with for the first few hours, except push a few buttons and call my parents.  Then I dove in, first installing some free applications (apps) – Facebook, UrbanSpoon, eBay, OpenTable, AIM and Pandora.  I started to explore some of the factory-installed applications like YouTube, the camera and contacts list.  I assumed I would have a jump on the interface because I am so accustomed to the Mac OS, but it’s so intuitive I can’t imagine anyone having a problem with it.  And, as my guy told me, “if you ever need to get out of where you have landed, just push the main button, which is the only button.  Easy.

Email is snap.  If you have a Gmail account, you just punch in your username and password and all of your folders are imported.  I assume it’s just as easy for other browser-based email programs.

The browser (the phone comes installed with Safari) is, in a word, awesome.  I never thought I would use the web on a mobile, and while I obviously prefer my computer, it’s easy to browse on the iPhone.  Zooming in and out on a screen is a quite easy, and you can turn the phone horizontal for easier reading/viewing.

Last night I paid for my first application, called Newsstand.  It’s basically Google Reader for my phone.  In fact, I was able to import all of my URLs from my Google Reader account, which was great.

I had read a lot of complaints about the iPhone keyboard, mostly having to do with it being too small for big fingers.  Even if you have small fingers, you’re bound to mistype quite a bit until you become accustomed to the sensitivity of the board.  Frankly, after the hell that was my Blackberry Pearl condensed QWERTY keyboard, the iPhone board is heaven.

This morning on my commute into work, I had my first chance to plug in my iPhone and listen to Pandora.  While DRIVING!  And that, my friends, makes the iPhone worth every penny.