Spoiled by the Malcolm Baldrige National Quality Award

My wife and I consider ourselves fortunate to have grown up with a fastfood retail chain that makes quality a core ingredient: Pal’s Sudden Service, which won the Malcolm Baldrige National Quality Award in 2001.  For an interesting perspective, read where business students studied and reported on the business’ success.

Does that explain our expectations of [near] perfection when visiting fastfood stores for quick meals, especially in Rocket City?

Last night, my wife ordered two meals from a local Wendy’s restaurant.

At the drive-thru order screen, she noticed the total cost displayed was $11.09.

However, when she pulled up to the drive-thru pickup window, she was informed the total was $12.16.

My y wife commented about the discrepancy and was informed offhandedly, “Oh, it’s probably just a glitch in the system,” making my wife feel like she wasn’t taken seriously.  At her request, my wife double-checked with the restaurant worker to make sure the food she ordered was the food she was going to receive.

In addition, she asked for ketchup, was told ketchup was already in the bag and discovered, after opening the bag at home, there was no ketchup.

Thank goodness for the Internet.

On the drive-thru receipt, a website was listed, which we visited, easily finding, at the top of the main page, the link to a sub-page where we could leave a complaint, compliment or suggestion.

We chose the first selection, detailing the above incident.

Within an hour or so, we received an email from the store’s general manager, who asked to speak with my wife about the visit, including details such as the time the incident occurred.

Granted, that is an exceptionally fast response and we commend the Wendy’s franchisee, First Sun Management Corporation, for setting up a quick way to address customer complaints.

However, the email began with a misspelling of my wife’s name.

Details, details, details…

Is it “first impressions don’t last” or “you never get a second chance to make a first impression”?

My wife and I have always noticed that the Wendy’s in another part of town (on University Drive, not far from Cummings Research Park) has a much smoother and more efficient operation than the one my wife visited last night.

Boy, do we miss Pal’s here in north Alabama!

Anyway, I scanned the drive-thru receipt into a PDF file so my wife could email it back to the general manager, who gets to address this issue with her staff, including drive-thru workers and IT personnel, we hope.

Maybe the general manager will take this as a lesson in finetuning how she hones or sharpens her attention to details.  Perhaps she or the FSMC owners should visit Pal’s and see what they’re missing.

In our town, missiles and rockets require the highest level of quality, because a misspelling or a disconnect between the console display and the actual reading onboard usually means the difference between life and death.

My wife is inclined not to visit this particular Wendy’s store again.  We hold nothing against the corporation or its stores in general.  But something about this particular store has always bothered us – slow or lackadaisical service, frequently, as if management is off playing golf or bass fishing, and the workers know it.

We challenge the general manager to prove us wrong, should my wife and/or I visit the store again.

UPDATE: After this story was relayed to my father, he reminded me he was the executive director of the National Center for Quality when he introduced the quality management info about Eastman to the Pal’s ownership/management, including Pal Barger, at Skoby’s Restaurant years ago.

Increase your hits by linking popular topics of the day

So much to say, so little motivation to organise my thoughts today.

As long as officials in small countries that serve as tax havens can be easily bought and paid for, well…a supercommittee is practically useless and defenseless against such a system, n’est pas?

As long as highly-profitable speculation drives growth in one part of the world, the other parts will never succeed in corralling speculators.

Those are the problems.

What are the solutions?

See, life on Mars decades from now is no different than life on Earth today.

The full spectrum of muddied, transparent personalities exists outside of time.

Be an immigrant/artisan, you say?

Then take away the conveniences of modern life.

Until hardships or other means to provoke our competitive nature, our desire to feel alive, dominate, change is slow.

Molasses at the South Pole.

What did you expect to happen when an automated, robotised future freed us to enjoy leisure but took away our means of making a living?

Until the robots work for us, all of us, not just the automated factory owners, we live in a disjointed society/economy.

How do you spread the increase of productivity around?

My wife and I invested in the means of production via purchases and longterm holding of stocks, bonds and mutual funds.  That way, we capture some of the benefits of continuous productivity improvement.

We avoided the debt trap of purchasing objects which reach their depreciation to zero within a few years.

House paid for.  Transportation vehicles paid for.  You know the scenario – we did not leverage debt, ours or someone else’s, in order to speculate.

Yet, we have enjoyed artificially-fast portfolio growth because of speculators.  We have suffered artificially-fast portfolio decreases because of speculators, too.

That’s why our investments are spread across the globe, to capture differences in socioeconomic conditions.

Thus, our lives our intertwined with the richest and poorest of us seven billion sets of states of energy.

My wife participates in the office-style work environment.  I manage a visibly transparent network that feeds this blog/never-ending story.  Together, we, as past/present/future millionaires (in USD), have a keen interest in ensuring our global economy is relatively stable and free from control by selfish tyrants/hoarders.

Who are the selfish tyrants/hoarders?

They are the ones who gained wealth by high-risk speculating with the wealth/debt of others without providing a way to share the profit through dividends, stocks, bonds, mutual funds or other less/low speculative ways of channeling their hordes to wise, longterm investors.

What is the difference between high-risk speculators and low-risk speculators?

That, my friends, is a view that changes with the popular topics of the day; meaning, there is no easy answer to that question.

We hope you figure out how to enjoy the bounty of automation and increased productivity while some of us figure out how to define the constantly-changing difference between high-risk speculators and low-risk speculators and protect the wise investors from the wild, reckless ones.

That, in itself, is motivation to get out of bed every morning and compete in the marketplace of ideas to create a better future for all of us.

Spider egg cases – the awkward case of his or hers

How often have you taken a skin sample of yourself and examined it under a microscope?

I suppose I’ve talked about buying a microscope from David Cate in high school.  I think he sold it during a concert/marching band fundraiser.

In any case, I took the microscope home and started preparing slides of pond scum, tap water, leaves, insect wings, floor dust, and whatever I could fit between the light bulb and the microscope lens.

I knew then what I wanted to do.

And now, thanks to my scientists locked in their cells working for me in subterranean laboratories to pay off mortgages, children’s teeth braces, expensive holidays and other modern conveniences, I now have what I want.

Think of a product in use anywhere in the world and my organization the Committee has its symbiotic microorganisms/nanobots working for us — household cleaners, fuel, motor oil, pipes, clothing, building material, sand, gravel, plants, animals, books, computers, mobile phones, food, water, air, beauty supplies — you name it and we have found a way to connect the item into our global communication network.

Many in the Committee want to use the network to advance their worldview philosophies – left, right, center, up, down, north, east, south, west, literal, figurative, etc.

I don’t care about which philosophies most or least interest the people.

My only goal is expansion of our ecosystem, taking all seven billion of us into account, depending on every one of your opinions to advance Earth-based lifeforms off this planet.

It’s not an easy goal.

In fact, most days, I feel lost and alone, as if my voice is drowned out by the Earth’s desire to keep its lifeforms to itself.

But I know better.

Earth is having growing pains.

Earth is coming into its own as a full-fledged member of galaxy-sentient being incubators.

We just…well, I need your help.

How are we going to move our species forward into its global partnership and create viable lifestyles that eliminate the detrimental effects of speculators and other greedy leeches who prey upon you within the the current finance-based labour credit/investment system?

In other words, how do we protect ourselves against the worst conditions that the right of freedom of an individual can cause?

We are observing several experiments in progress at the local, regional and [super/extra/hyper/macro]national levels – there are no winners or losers, only the mix that works best in the current global ecosystem conditions.

Sometimes, a single person within our seven billion (or a single idea within that single person), the ultimate minority, will come up with the most viable solution.

Therefore, I work with the Committee to protect the right of the individual while allowing a plurality of subcultures to debate which ones get to influence the next generation of children to carry on beliefs and practices for the generations to follow.

Do you prefer his or her, or does gender specificity have no meaning to you?

The Legend of Turkey and Colby Jack, made fresh in store!

‘Twas a time ago, ’twas, they say.

A time before Benny Wilson backed up Janie Fricke.

Before Wayne Bernard became Charlie Chase but after he helped Fred Berry set up radio equipment at the local high school.

A sock hop, dancing on the gym floor in street shoes, classes of 1970 to 1980 getting reunion photos.

Memories…catching up, reliving old relationships.

Where has the time gone?

Earlier in the day: Warren working KAT for 11 years, a quarter left on a table at Buddy’s BBQ, UTK and LSU fighting for football bragging rights.

Wayne/Charlie, have you worked radio/broadcasting for 46 years?

What are the OWS/sympathiser/copycat protestors’ longterm plans/demands? How do we reinvent the past for a livable/likeable future?

Familiar faces – Patricia, Judith, Betsy, Hannah, Dr. Chambers. New ones – Dr. Slaughter, Gerald Street’s brother.

In a world of perpetual war, is Iran a viable target for warmongers/peacemakers meeting quarterly projections?

Innocence is also an illusion.

Is the absence of general news the news of general absolution?

A nod to Doc Severinson and the Pride of the Southland (UTK) marching band.

Glad that Cherokee pregame show honoured EMS crews last week.

Back to the nap making progress in currents, not currants, currently. Shh…

Time

Time to forget about the past or remember the future and disappear into the role of a regular citizen again.

A nod to the family of no. 66 on the Cherokee Chiefs football team.

Thanks to Peggy for the wonderful country dinner tonight.

The Committee, what’s that?

I’ve forgotten the past already.

The future doesn’t exist, does it?

You’re on your own for a while.

This Rip Van Winkle is settling in for another long winter’s nap.

Zzzz…

“I can’t take it anymore…I’m going crazy!”

Stain with a stitched-up nose after volunteering to carry a dresser, smiling at Beauregard’s – happy early 21st!

A young woman attempting to test students and categorise them into standards without administering a standardised test.

Stephanie from Brookdale Place Dining Services delivering sandwiches while we finished moving in.

Morgan with blue eyes at the PetSmart checkout counter.

Tommy’s Pizza.

Saying goodbye to Leonard, Brenda, Rob, Kerri, Daryl and the rest of the HarborChase staff.

Kelly the herbalist, Jenn the rocket propulsion specialist, April the doctor of chiropractic.

Was that Todd Lumpkin visiting a relative at HarborChase?

Thanks to Robert, Matt and Kennedy at Two Men and a Truck; Tonya H at the Gondolier in Athens, TN.

Getting your husband a one-day pass on the local military base so he can drop you off and take your car for its scheduled maintenance.

Thanks to Mike at Bill Penney Toyota service dept. for taking care of our 2002 Camry with 190k+ miles.

To Mrs. Rozier, happy early 85th!

In one week, it’s possible to find out your company lost a government contract, you get hired by the winning company, move your mother from one assisted living community to another (arranging a lot of background logistics), attend dance class for two hours, take your mother to visit friends at her hometown, stroll through a street festival, attend a college football game, see friends at a ’70s sock hop for high school classes 1970-1980, eat lunch with in-laws and…what else?  Wash clothes, buy cat food, prepare to teach a scrapbooking class…oh yeah, and think you lost an important refund check that causes you to say out loud in a carpark, “I can’t take it anymore…I’m going crazy!

Frustrated, you return home, rummage through some old bills and find an envelope full of dividend checks and the all-important refund check.

All is good.

You can jump on facebook and read happy messages from your friends.

And then put clothes in the dryer / clothes in the washer, fold clothes, pet/feed the cats, and finally, after washing your face and brushing your teeth, crawl into bed with your husband in a safe and secure middle-class home.

Life is grand.

And then you get to do it all over again!

Latest research revealed

According to the scientists chained to the wall tethered to our basement supercomputer, the nanobots we fed young seedlings resulted in mature plants disguised as home/business landscaping material that serve as organic networking nodes.

So far, only trees and large shrubs work well in the network.

I’ve coerced encouraged the scientists to include grass and indoor tropical plants in their nanobot networking research.

They’ll work on mulch next.

Good thing we’ve already figured out how to disguise carpet, hardwood flooring, sheetrock walls, paint, wallpaper, lighting and ceiling material as wireless communication networks.

We’re everywhere you do and don’t want to be seen — you’re famous and didn’t know it, in other word! 😉

More as it develops…

What my father and mother didn’t teach me, my godfather did

Sipping a glass of Salignac VS Cognac out of a small bottle purchased at Suzanne’s Liquor between South Pittsburg and Kimball, TN, on Saturday.

The world in motion flows.

The body in aging goes.

My godfather always told me, before memory loss took away his wisdom, it’s not what you know, it’s what you have on who you know.

Tonight, while transporting my 94-year young mother in-law from one place to another, a kind officer of the law, who also happens to be a close friend of the family, pulled me over for what appeared to be an expired licence tag.

Instead, Nathan discovered that his friends are my niece and nephew and I, the Forgetful Professor, the Reluctant Leader of Seven Billion, had shoved my licence renewal form in the glovebox along with the sticker that’s supposed to go on the car tag.

In the middle of traffic hour, I stepped out of the baby Bimmer, strolled to the back of the car and applied the sticker to the proper position after guidance from a uniformed friend of the family.

You see, that’s life.

All seven billion of us connected.

Changing.

In the middle of a major transformation.

Global Shock Doctrine 2.0.  The prototypes have been tested.  Time to roll out preproduction models.

And here I thought being childless meant I was worthless and easily forgotten.

I am, but that’s beside the point.

14,087 days to go.

Are you ready?

Thanks to Ida (a/k/a Wonder Woman) and her patient sidekick, Cord.

I wish I could get people to stop worrying about UFOs and focus on the task at hand.

Well, back to the future…

I hope the family of 1AUFN is all right.