The McWetlog

I understand that gasoline is expensive; it ought to be. I understand that gas prices ought to be a little bit higher in my small town than they are in the city. But how much higher? A few weeks ago I noticed a nine-cent spread between gas stations here and a gas station in Aylmer (that admittedly has lower prices than some other stations). Last Saturday the spread was thirteen cents: 115.9 vs. 102.9. Can someone please explain why there’s that much of a difference in price between gas stations only 75 kilometres apart?

I’ve decided that turning off the phone ringer during the day is a good thing, and will do so on a permanent basis. Use e-mail or IM to get a hold of me during daylight hours.

It turns out that most of the calls I answer during the day fall into one of two categories:

1. Ladies from the Archives, calling to ask a question (usually of the PEBKAC variety, and one they eventually solve on their own if I can’t be reached). Love them to death; hate being tech support.
2. Callers from one of Jennifer’s financial institutions who don’t seem to realize that (a) unlike me, she’s gainfully employed (so why are they calling her at home during the day?) and (b) even if she did give them her work number, what makes them think they’re entitled to interrupt her job? Better be important; usually isn’t.

So, a source of disruption eliminated. Just because I’m at home doesn’t mean I’m not at work. Got to concentrate, here.

Why isn’t computer repair like car repair?

When something goes wrong with a car, you take it into a garage; in most cases, the work can be done the same day. If parts need replacing, they usually have some on hand.

But when I took the iMac into the shop yesterday, I was told it would take three to five days before someone could even look at it. Ordering parts would add some time beyond that.

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Is it just me, or are the people who sell supplemental insurance or extended warranties a lot more aggressive about it lately? I just got off the phone with a semi-coherent phone jockey from MBNA Canada — I have a MasterCard with them — who was trying to sell me insurance for my credit and debit cards. Now I thought that credit card companies’ protections against loss and fraud were adequate, and said so; but he persisted — conjuring up all kinds of disaster scenarios that would be very unfortunate if I had to endure them — to the point I had to hang up on him. At the end of the call I couldn’t help but wonder whether mysterious charges would start appearing on my statement as a result of my failure to pay protection — that’s how bothered I was. A truly unpleasant experience, as most of my experiences with customer “service” have been lately.

It’s not the first time. Lately, it seems that I can’t buy a piece of consumer electronics without getting asked about an extended warranty. Normally I decline them. But on at least two occasions — when I bought a DVD player from the Sony Store 2½ years ago, and when I bought Jen’s digital camera last Christmas at Best Buy — I actually had the sales rep talk down the quality of the product I had just agreed to buy. They’re not built the same way they used to, they say. The laser on that DVD player could get misaligned. Digital camera production is shoddier than it used to be. Etc. In other words, they’re not nearly as interested in selling the gadget as they are the extended warranty: it’s no surprise where the profits lie.

They’re making money by selling fear: their profits lie in the difference between the actual failure, loss or theft rate and what we believe — what they make us believe — that rate is. If their products were truly that unreliable, they’d never make any money at all. If their products are reliable and we believe them to be so, professional thieves may be their only hope.