Showing posts with label tescos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tescos. Show all posts

Monday, 11 May 2009


We Brits have a reputation for tolerance and queuing, well not this one, at least for standing in a queue.

I went to the local smash and grab (Tesco) which turned out to be a pick and wait; I got there at 8am as usual on a Monday and am normally on my way home by 8.15.

Not today, first up there was no fresh bread, I like my crusty loaf, especially the ends, so my mood started to slip, then after getting the rest of the shopping I went back to the bread counter-still no fresh bread.

So slightly pissed off I chose a “farmhouse” loaf which is 29p dearer than my favourite, but OK that’s life, I went to one of the 30 checkouts, no one about, in the distance I could see a queue, so I walked to the end of it which was about halfway up the width of the supermarket.

It was 8.10, by 8.20 I was still in the same place, the reason? ALL THE FIRKIN TILLS WERE DEAD, the only ones working were the “self service” of which there were four and one of those was broken.

At 8.25 the management finally decided to let us know that ALL THE FIRKIN TILLS WERE DEAD, of which we were quite cognisant after queuing for 15 minutes.

And of course there was the usual dick head that thought he didn’t deserve to queue and tried to jump in at the front, I was impressed by the language used by the lady behind me, and the dick head slunk away to the end of the queue which by now was lost in the haze of distance.

By 8.30 I was about six from the front, and finally got to a checkout at 8.40, which then decided it had had enough and died.

By 8.50 I left the “every little helps” disaster and came home.

I have a few questions for the Tesco management; why oh why were all thirty tills down? Don’t you have an I.T person who is capable of ensuring that they work?

Why did you allow the store to open when you firkin knew that the tills weren’t working? So that we could either go somewhere else or come back later?

Why did you allow hundreds of customers to be treated like cattle, while your store management walked about with their clip-boards instead of helping on the three/two tills that were working?

It seems that profit comes before all else at Tesco’s, it seems that customers are only there to fill the tills (or not as the case may be) it seems that next week I will be going to ASDA or maybe Sainsbury’s which is closer and you don’t have to pay for parking.

And I don’t give a shit if the Tesco photo is copyright, just get it right.

Rant over, at least until next week.
“Too many people spend money they haven't earned, to buy things they don't want, to impress people they don't like.” Will Rogers


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Monday, 22 December 2008


Christmas is only a couple of days away, and my brain cell is shutting down for the “holiday”.

So don’t expect too much in the near future.

I am doing my bi-weekly computer backup today, I only back up the important things like-My Docs and My Pictures, emails and my 200 odd passwords, all the other stuff can be re-installed, I back up to an external HDD which is I think the best way to do it.

Anyway, I am sitting here watching the blue bar creep from left to right and I thought “wouldn’t it be great to be able to back up your memories, and save them on a disk (or disc) depending on your origin.

You could then go through them and delete all the bad ones, then reload all the good ones back into your brain. And yes I know that all memories make you what you are, but after 57 years the old head computer needs a defrag. It must be quite bad because the bleedin computer has just beaten me at chess for the first time in ten years, sod it!

I only thought of this because I am blessed-or cursed with a so called “eidetic” memory, of course no such thing exists, nobody could remember everything they have seen, read or heard.

And it obviously doesn’t work too well, because I failed the eleven- plus, it could have had something to do with one of my mates collapsing in agony with appendicitis during the exam, and then being made to carry on, but I have never been one for “bits of paper” to show how clever I am, apart from the Mensa test, and yes, I passed, I am no longer a member because it got too expensive, and the magazine was Firkin boring.

I see the Gov Is going to open “memory clinics” for people with dementia-sort of defeats the object doesn’t it?

But this reminded me of a sign in LA which reads in huge letters “BLIND SCHOOL” with an arrow pointing the way.

And one near me in Frensham Surrey which reads “DYSLEXIA CENTRE”, if it had read “LYSDEAXI CERNTE ” it might have made sense, the mind boggles.

I have just returned from the “smash and grab” otherwise known as Tescos, what a firkin nightmare, it opened early without telling anyone, and was heaving, not so much with customers but those firkin internet trolleys.

Every time you turn a corner there is a “truncheon” of the damned things, blocking the aisle while the “gatherers” stroll about “picking”.

I know it takes a lot of cars off the road, but part of Christmas used to be doing the shopping, and getting home to the feeling of “all done”, it seems that we are going down the road whereby all we will do is sit at home, working, shopping and communicating until our legs wither away and we are left with just two long fingers to bring everything we need to us, shame.

The news is not Good , the bank of England didn’t understand the severity of the economic crisis before the current Financial crisis, that really gives me confidence, so why are they there?

Twenty odd thousand being made redundant from Woolies, unemployment is increasing “sharply” as if it could increase “bluntly”.

Internet explorer 7 keeps crashing and locking up, I go to the site for the reason and get:

“Problem caused by Windows

This problem was caused by Windows, which was created by Microsoft Corporation.”

There is no solution for this problem at this time. However, your computer might be missing updates that can help improve its stability and security."

So why tell me you wankers.

And to top it all India is kicking our arse in the cricket.

But never mind the world keeps turning and we won’t be getting any snow, so there is some good news.

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