Friday, October 2, 2015

Shoe news

This notice appears about every other month in my condo association’s monthly newsletter.


I find it rather interesting because clearly telling folks that HOA rules prohibit parking their family’s shoes by the front door is having no effect whatsoever. Obviously they keep on doing it. Equally obviously, their neighbors are ratting them out to the management.

I have an idea that might solve the problem. Just send someone through the complex one night with a large bin bag and take away all the shoes that are on common/public property.

If that doesn’t work immediately, repeat as necessary. I’m thinking people will pay attention to that.



Thursday, October 1, 2015

And More!

This is apparently a chain of restaurants.


There are outlets around the Valley They Call Silicon, as well as…Torrance.

From their website, it looks a little like they’re the Chipotle of the sea.

When I saw the first one, in Cupertino, I thought it must be some one-off place that hired someone’s nephew in high school to come up with the name and branding. But no, it’s a chain. They probably paid some concept-restaurant consulting company to do it all.

It’s clear, however, that “it all” doesn’t include understanding of the difference between plural and possessive. And that tooth-aching apostrophe is going to keep me out of their stores forever. Because I'm too busy asking, "Fish's Wild What?" to eat anything.

Is it "Fish Grill & More!"? As in "Fish's Wild Fish Grill & More!"? Because, if so, why would it be "Fish's Wild Fish Grill"? To distinguish it from "Fish's Wild Goat Grill"? No, I just don't get it.





Wednesday, September 30, 2015

All systems...not so go

I needed to book cross-country flights the other day, and since I always loved flying Virgin Atlantic, I thought I’d give Virgin America a chance. For one thing, they’re about the only carrier that seems to feature non-stop flights; all the others want you to pay extra for the privilege of changing planes in Dallas, Chicago or New York.

Well, it did not begin well, because the Virgin America flight booking site has about the kludgiest user interface I’ve come across in an industry that expects you to shell out several hundred dollars at a whack. I’m flying out of SFO and into Washington DC, which has two airports. The airline’s site did not sort them out, and it marched you through a mindless commitment to an outward flight (including all passenger information) before it would show you the return flights.

It was ghastly—especially when it came to choosing seats. What would it have cost them in design and engineering input to give you some more interactive options?

Well, I soldiered through, getting more and more anxious because it wasn’t clear to me what I was actually committing to. And when I got to the point where I clicked the button saying, “Yes, I’m going to give you $900+, go ahead”—it just froze. No confirmation screen, no confirmation email, even though it had that information. (And we’ll return to that later.)

So I called their customer service line to find out if they’d made the reservation or not. According to Avery, they hadn’t—he couldn’t find me anywhere in their system, so we had to begin all over. And it took him more than 20 minutes to sort through the options, actually make the booking and then take my money.

Two things: He helped me pick my seats, confirmed that they were “express seats”, but did not include the “express” fees in the original quote. He had to come back (having already been given my credit card details) to tell me they cost extra, and so would I approve the extra charge. (I knew that because that info, at least, had been on their site; I just assumed that he did, too, and that the price he told me included those fees.) Why would that not have appeared in the price he first gave me, which included all the sixteen kinds of taxes?

Also, between the time that I thought I’d pulled the trigger and Avery’s final booking, the fare had increased several hundred dollars. I thought that was a kind of sleazy way to operate, and unworthy of a Richard Branson company. Come on—that’s the way United works.

Well, but I’m confirmed, I have a confirmation code and it arrived by email.

As did three prompts from Virgin America pointing out that I hadn’t completed my attempted booking, and urging me to do so. The first on Friday afternoon, right after I got the confirmation email.


The second about twelve hours later:


And the third twelve hours after that.


The subject lines were different, but the body text was the same. They all wanted me to go back online, into their maze of an application and continue the self-torture.

Now, I understand that they came from a different computer system than the confirmation email from my transaction with Avery. But still.

I also wonder how did it not retain any of my passenger info, when it clearly had my email address and the details of the flights I had chosen?

Someone really needs to run some usability tests and rethink the workflows. And get some feedback from real humans—people who aren’t engineers or who have been living in a web-deprived world and have no notion of what 21st Century user experience should be like.



Tuesday, September 29, 2015

'Tis the season?

You know, I get that Target and Costco have had Christmas merchandise out for at least a month. Because that’s the way they roll.

But I was in Neiman-Marcus at Stanford Shopping Center last week, and look:


A friend of mine assured me that “They do that for the tourists, because only tourists shop at Stanford Mall.” Which didn’t entirely make sense, as not only was I there in search of something particular, but there was a queue of fanboys about halfway down the mall waiting for the iPhone 6s at the Apple Store.


So I have no explanation and I see no excuse for this sort of pushing the season from N-M. But there it is.


Monday, September 28, 2015

Gratitude Monday: Fire in the skies

Saturday a friend and I went into The City to see a performance that was part of the SF Fringe Festival. It was really interesting, and we had a nice meal at a Louisiana-style restaurant and a very entertaining walk through the Tenderloin.

But what I’m really grateful for was the sunset that was flaming across the sky just as we returned to Sunnyvale:

It started as we were entering Santa Clara County.


And it just kept going.


Until it filled the sky.


I mean—how can you not just stop in your tracks and marvel?