Breakfast today is smoked salmon and scrambled egg, with coffee.
Perfect, especially with the sunshine we had earlier. It's clouding over now, sadly, but you can imagine it's a view a bit like this. (It's not, but that photo wasn't taken far away from here, and I like it, so there you go...)
I love living here...
Sunday, 24 February 2013
Tuesday, 12 February 2013
Telemarketing - mobile phones
Dear mobile phone company,
Yes, I have indeed been a loyal customer of yours for several years now. Do you know why? Let me tell you.
It's not because I don't know about other mobile companies, or because I think your offer is amazing. It's not because your advertising sways me.
It's largely, in fact, because your offer is good enough*, and you haven't pissed me off enough to make me want to move.
So what on earth made you think that getting telemarketers to call me, in a foreign language, at dinner time was a good idea? What made you think that trying to sell me products I neither want nor need, over the phone, when I can barely hear your telemarketer in his call centre anyway, was going to work?
If I want any other products from you, I have the internet: I can find them and purchase them, all by myself. (I have, in fact, just done this, if you'd check your records.)
Calling me just annoys me. I don't like phone calls, particularly not from strangers, particularly not when I've switched off from work and stopped thinking in French.
More calls like this will not make me expand my use of your products, it will make me change my service provider. I cannot be the only one - in fact, I can't imagine why telesales generates enough income to offset the previously-neutral-now-actively-pissed-off customers who will suddenly be inspired to start looking at alternatives.
Good job, guys.
* Read: no worse than anyone else's - all French mobile phone tariffs are crap.
Yes, I have indeed been a loyal customer of yours for several years now. Do you know why? Let me tell you.
It's not because I don't know about other mobile companies, or because I think your offer is amazing. It's not because your advertising sways me.
It's largely, in fact, because your offer is good enough*, and you haven't pissed me off enough to make me want to move.
So what on earth made you think that getting telemarketers to call me, in a foreign language, at dinner time was a good idea? What made you think that trying to sell me products I neither want nor need, over the phone, when I can barely hear your telemarketer in his call centre anyway, was going to work?
If I want any other products from you, I have the internet: I can find them and purchase them, all by myself. (I have, in fact, just done this, if you'd check your records.)
Calling me just annoys me. I don't like phone calls, particularly not from strangers, particularly not when I've switched off from work and stopped thinking in French.
More calls like this will not make me expand my use of your products, it will make me change my service provider. I cannot be the only one - in fact, I can't imagine why telesales generates enough income to offset the previously-neutral-now-actively-pissed-off customers who will suddenly be inspired to start looking at alternatives.
Good job, guys.
* Read: no worse than anyone else's - all French mobile phone tariffs are crap.
Thursday, 7 February 2013
Test post from my new toy
Do ignore this post - it's largely for me to see how typing on my new and shiny Nexus 7 works, and what the blogger app is like...
In case you're interested, the app seems to be fine (except that it doesn't let me add pictures from drop box like it says it will) but if I'm going to be doing anything more than very, very short posts, I have got to get me a wireless keyboard. The onscreen keyboard is accurate enough, but I haven't been a hunt and peck typist in 20 years; this is driving me mad!
Sunday, 3 February 2013
Brunch in Nice
Hello!
So, January was a bit of a black hole of work and more work. But hopefully things will be better now...
I'm back down south, it's sunny, it's Sunday. My plane back to Paris is at an awkward time, making lunch near-impossible.
The only solution is brunch.
The internet suggests a couple of places that do brunch in Nice. We shall pick somewhere and I'll try to remember to let you know about it afterwards!
So, January was a bit of a black hole of work and more work. But hopefully things will be better now...
I'm back down south, it's sunny, it's Sunday. My plane back to Paris is at an awkward time, making lunch near-impossible.
The only solution is brunch.
The internet suggests a couple of places that do brunch in Nice. We shall pick somewhere and I'll try to remember to let you know about it afterwards!
