Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Agents and their egos

I love telling you all about my letters I write.
I recently had missed a notification of some management charges for an apartment, that Baxter and I own in the UK.

I pleaded with them to waive the charges as getting mail to Singapore can be a tad challenging and also to jolt themselves into the 21st century and perhaps adopt email as a means of notifying owners of their liabilities.

Below is the reply from the company and my answer....hope you enjoy my not-so-subtle sarcasm - I'm sure it's bloody well lost on Pam Dhillon.!!!!

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From: Pam Dhillon
To: darrenfrommaryport@yahoo.co.uk
Sent: Tue, 16 November, 2010 17:11:47
Subject: Service Charge


Good morning

Thank you for your email, I can confirm that the charges cannot be waived, I did request this to my MD.

We will send demands to the address provided by yourself.

Kind Regards   

Pam Dhillon
Senior Property Manager

HML Hawksworth Ltd
Gillingham House
38 - 44 Gillingham Street
London SW1V 1HU

Tel: 020 7802 0000   Fax: 020 7802 0001
Email: info@hmlhawksworth.com   Web: www.hmlhawksworth.com


MY REPLY:                                                                                                        



  

Pam,

I should thank you for your email - even though I had to chase.

I'm disappointed (yet again) at HML's intransigence and inflexibility towards overseas landlords who need to be made aware much more in advance than UK-residing owners.

When you say "cannot", I believe your MD and HML actually mean "won't".  Thanks for not-a-lot.

BIG SIGH.

Anyway, I won't get anywhere with such a rules-driven, non-customer-friendly organisation - will I?!!?  Unless, you're going to prove me wrong....could you!?!?

Finally, please confirm when you say "address" you mean email address as requested.  I have to ask clarification on so many points.

Thank you in advance,

Darren - disgruntled and deflated.

 

Tel: +65 6501 9808 - work / +65 98717903 mobile


Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Is lining up for so long really worth £80?

Leaving the UK, is always bitter sweet.

It's nice to get away - there are so many things that really are quite annoying.  Some of my betes-noires include: unfriendly underground staff, strikes, 12.5% service charge on just about everything and chip and bloody pin...!

[On an aside about service charges; it feels like you're charged a service fee for even sneezing.  When I checked out of my hotel two days ago (very nice hotel, I must admit: Ten Manchester, near Baker Street) I noticed 4 service charges for £3.56 each and queried them.  I was politely informed it was a "service charge" for each of my night's rates - calculated at 3% but I wasn't "obliged to pay" and it was completely "discretionary".  Well I was relived for the chance to opt out.  We compromised: I paid for 3 nights and since I didn't want any loose change rattling in my pocket, she took off one night's fee and kept the difference.  What a pollaver (sic)!]

And on the flip side, I know there are many things I will immediately miss.  Didn't even get to scoff down my beloved fish and chips this time.  Not to mention a good curry in the West End.  The opera (which I did manage to sample this time) is always lamented when I leave Britain and I do miss the seasons (despite the drizzle) immensely.

That said, one big advantage of living outside the EU, is being able to claim your VAT (value added tax) back - well most of it.

I had planned well in advance of this little trip to London (actually to help a good friend celebrate her 40th birthday) and knew I'd be swiping the credit card with vigour all weekend.  So when I lurched into terminal 3 at Heathrow, I headed straight for the VAT-back counter.  Dismayed by the length, yet motivated by the lure of £80 back in my pocket - as opposed in the coffers of a "needy" exchequer - I took my place in a very long line.

It amazes me every time I subject myself to this torture how many stupid people don't read the instructions, don't sign their forms, don't have all the paperwork ready, don't know the different refund methods etc. etc.  Everyone stands patiently in line with no management of types of claim, quantity or eye on accuracy of completion.  Some facile observations on my part, I think would speed up the process for most people - and even may help the morons who can't follow instructions (in FOUR key languages, I might add).

1.  I've noticed at certain airport passport control for example, and at my local mobile waiting area (intermittently) they have what I would call "checkers".  These folk scurry up and down the queue checking that all the documentation is in order.  This would save invaluable time at the actual counter and allow for one of the behind-the-counter staff to double up as a checker - no extra manpower needed.

2.  Adding a filter based on the number of claim forms would also help.  This would be like the 5 items and less checkout counters we see at supermarkets.  Again, no need for extra staff: just a dedicated "fast track" line for let's say less than 3 forms.

3.  Finally, a more radical option would be to offer a super-fast track line - where travelers could choose to forfeit, say, £5 from the total refunded to have their forms processed with priority.  We can pay for speeded up service in virtually all other walks of life - why not here?!  I actually saw at least 3 passengers either leave the queue seeing it was taking too long, or didn't even both to join it in the first place.

I've no truly validated view on how much processing time the above measures would save, but having stood in the line for 1 hour, with approximately 24 people processed before me and 4 tellers on the counters even if this managed save 25% of the average processing time (reducing from 8.25 passengers per hour to about 6.3 per hour) I would have zipped through the VAT back process in approximately 36 minutes.  Almost halving my pain-time...!

Still, at the end of the day I was queuing to get my £80 back - and that I did.

Mind you, I always thought I was worth a lot more than 80 quid and hour....!  Funny how airports are a great leveler.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Manila - a surprise or two

Manila might not be on your list of top haunts.
But perhaps you should re-consider.

I've had some hilarious and thought-provoking trips there recently.

My first way back in June was for an Expo with work and while I didn't really see anything of cultural significance I was serenaded by a Marriachi band at a 2nd rate eatery.  It was quite earie - you know, when you're the only gringo and you are just waiting for them to come to you as an unfamilar face, expecting a tip larger than the average man's daily wage.  Table by table they got closer and closer; I was getting ever more nervous of the etiquette of such a situation.

Anyway, the unavoidable materialised and they plonked themselves (a bassist, guitarist and female vocalist) in front of our table expectant and eager.  They started with some nondescript muzzak from the 50s and then to my wonderment, asked if I had any requests.  I must say I was stumped for a while.  Seeing the creasing on my perplexed brow, the female of the group trumped up with: "We can do anything you like - even Lady Gaga."  The Gaga herself, rendered humble and lowly by a itinerant troupe in a Manila buffet restaurant - well that I had to hear.  I took a long breath in and suggested they try Papparazzi to test their mettle.

I had to pause scoffing my roast pork with boiled pork on the side (with an extra dollop of fried pork for good measure on a separate plate); the effect was stunning.  Convincing they were; tuneful they were; and they startled me with an acapella version of such a digitally-laden track, that really was impressive.  Never judge a book, I suppose...and this musical book deserved the 100 peso tip they got for making me smile ear to ear.

Who'd have thougt it in such ordinary surroundings.  Not sure who should be more suitably lauded: Lady Gaga for creating such malleable music or the wandering waifs who whistled their way through a challenging club anthem with nonchalant ease.  Great stuff.....!

More Manila mania next time.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Recent complaint to the Singapore bus company SMRT

This is a copy of a complaint letter I just sent to SMRT in Singapore about their erratic and dangerous driving on one of the routes (56).  Happy reading - if they deign to respond, I will let you know ;-)

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Dear SMRT,

I couldn’t find a feedback page on your website so am mailing you directly.

I recently travelled on the number 56 from Thompson Road to Toa Payoh.
It was one of the most erratic driving experiences I’ve had since moving to Singapore 7 years ago.

Route: 56 between Thompson Road and Toa Payoh, Jackson Square.
Date: 16th September
Time: 11am
Bus registration: 8397

a.       First of all, when I boarded there was a woman running to catch the bus behind me so boarded slowly and indicated to the driver someone was running to catch it.  He had already started to close the doors and they part-closed on me, hitting my shoulder.
b.      Overall the driving was jerky and inconsiderate to the passengers.
c.       He approached bus stops far too quickly and then the required braking meant passengers were flung around inside the bus.
d.      Several elderly passengers almost lost their footing.
e.      Even sitting down, the swerves and heavy braking meant one was constantly grabbing handrails to prevent one’s self from being flung to the floor.

Please pursue this with the driver concerned.
There was no point raising this with him during the journey as even when I complained about the closing door banging against my shoulder, he looked straight though me as if I’d crawled from under a stone.

Yours disappointedly – and slightly bruised.

Darren

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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Choosing family members is impossible

Normally, my rants on this blog are travel or customer service oriented, but today I'm going to let off steam about a terrible shortcoming; not of transport networks or customer experience processes, but rather of familial bonds.

We're born into something called a family; I used to think mine was different: calm, stable and honest.

How wrong could a man be?

A short two syllable word started World War III in my family; a war that is still on-going and causing pain and needless anguish.  Just the other day a "to-do" kicked off because the next of kin was denied access to his mother.

 A storm in a tea cup to some - but a matter of honour for others.

And honour was trampled on when 3 grown-ups - and I use that term incredibly loosely - set upon that same member of the so-called family to chastise him for threatening behaviour.

Oh, for goodness sake - it's like living in a school play ground.
Not knowing which name-calling or bullying will happen next.
Not knowing who's going to slap whom in the face - either verbally or physically.

It's puerile and petty.
And worse still: innocents are caught in the fray.
I won't name individuals here - or hopefully even allude to them too obviously - that would be dragging myself to their level.

Suffice to say, I'm jaded, disappointed, angered, disbelieving, frustrated and jaundiced.

Life goes on...just that my family now is a great deal smaller than when I was born.

Mind you, it's also larger.

What does he mean?  I hear you cry...how can it be simultaneously smaller and larger?

Well, they say, every cumulus nimbus has an argentine edge to it.
And my cumulus is no different.  I've discovered parts of my family that I never really knew existed and am eternally grateful for this.

What has been erased on one side of the River Ellen has been enhanced on the other.

Thank God for geography.  ;-) 

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Adding stress in Singapore

Reading the title, you could be forgiven that this entry is about pain or anxiety. It's actually about pronunciation.

What on earth?  I hear you cry.

Yes, pronunciation.

This little list started to germinate as we were planning for our safari trip in South Africa earlier this year.  Packing our suitcases someone asked about taking binoculars and of course we took them.  But the stress on the BI made me smile.  Normally in the British Isles we would try to say all words as quickly and effortlessly as possible and hence, binoculars is pronounced: b-nok-u-le-s (I won't use the phonetic alphabet as their symbols are far too complicated and I'd end up explaining more about them, than the actual words I'm poking fun at...but the table might be interesting for those phoneticians among you).

The emphasis (in Singapore at least) I suspect stems from the same stressing of the first two letters (bi) comes from the pronunciation of bisexual, where obviously one stresses the bi to separate it from asexual and transsexual etc.

Then I started to listen for more examples and was quite taken aback at some of them.

Not knowing epitome should be audible as ep-it-o-mee with the stress on the final syllable is, I suppose is acceptable and getting some proper names slightly off like Clemenceau avenue being rendered as kle-men-see with the stress on the middle syllable is understandable.

But how did the underground station of Braddell end up as brad-dl and not bra-del stressing the second syllable and not the first?

Equally strange is describing a film as mem-or-able stressing the middle "o" - making it sound very close to mammary.


I will leave you with my favourite you could deploy when something is bearable:  try saying palatable by effectively splitting the word in two giving pala and table and then stress the 3rd syllable.  I heard that on the radio for goodness sake and it surely renders the word less than palatable when said that way.  Oh, the irony of it.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Low crime - really does mean no crime

Singapore is notoriously rid of crime of almost all types: except the occasional murder of the random Filipina maid or some adulterous lover.

There is a great advertising campaign extolling the virtues of being vigilant even in such a low crime environment.

And one might think complacency is a foolish by-product of such a safe living space - but it's incredible to think that personal safety and that of ones chattels is really not at risk (oh, yes not forgetting my credit card theft from my dining room table last year ;-).

But honestly, the risk of being a victim of crime is incredibly low here in Singapore.

Just the other day I saw this wonderful example.

There you have hundreds of books in a public mall covered only by a loose sheet to protect from theft ALL NIGHT LONG.  Imagine that in Oxford Circus or Time Square?!?!?

Oh, I do love living here.